Your hair hangs in your face,like a weeping willow tree that blows and shimmers in the wind. I use my fingers to brush it out of way.I see the eyes reflect the sunlight like pools of water, that my soul...
Your hair hangs in your face,like a weeping willow tree that blows and shimmers in the wind. I use my fingers to brush it out of way.I see the eyes reflect the sunlight like pools of water, that my soul...