Saw Palmetto
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Summers Night - Revised
The breeze breathes faint.
No windows closed.
This summers night,
The tide is low.
Lets take a walk,
To the sea oats dunes.
This summers night,
The moon is full.
Its here we hide,
we can't be found.
This summers night,
We paint the clouds.
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