There Is a Breeze In the Air
Your hair shines bight under a moon light like the wind whispers and the clouds shine upon your feet so the grass gets higher and higher till the end of time to see the stars follow in sequence when the moon comes in a bright colored glossy
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Copyright © William Herzog | Year Posted 2016
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