darkness comesI breathe the stillnessadvent of a dusk forlornthe crows are crying.©
White BeautyQuietlyshe comes and goesjovial zephyrof exotic skiesfar from hereand yet, so closeto your soulher freshnessGracefullyshe glidessong etherealof a pure heartHer smile is the childof Sun and MoonAngelic, her auraof sheernessWind-dancer.all rights reserved ©