Through the field
golden spikes of wheat kiss my arms.
To love as you do
singing a chorus of soft sunlight
drawing a dance into the sea of skies
looking like the edge of peace.
I want to be with you
Always.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 7:13 AM UTC
Through the field
golden spikes of wheat kiss my arms.
To love as you do
singing a chorus of soft sunlight
drawing a dance into the sea of skies
looking like the edge of peace.
I want to be with you
Always.