Noontime Perfumed
Noontime perfumed berries and new grass. Beneath honey locust through hushed woods, we found a spring. My feet throb over hard pebbles. Threading soft water the sun dresses us in golden sequins.
Noontime perfumed berries and new grass. Beneath honey locust through hushed woods, we found a spring. My feet throb over hard pebbles. Threading soft water the sun dresses us in golden sequins.