Violet hues rustle in the warm summer zephyr,
drifting their sweet scents through the open window to me.
And upon my bed they'll lull me to sleep.
As a comfortable liquid it does seep,
washing my mind of all the stress it keeps.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
Violet hues rustle in the warm summer zephyr,
drifting their sweet scents through the open window to me.
And upon my bed they'll lull me to sleep.
As a comfortable liquid it does seep,
washing my mind of all the stress it keeps.