while full blooms quiver
cool waves are pounding the rocks
stars are in her eyes
backwards and forwards
the wind wanders everywhere
bringing far off scents
small splashy puddles
remnants of a rainy noon
......
while full blooms quiver
cool waves are pounding the rocks
stars are in her eyes
backwards and forwards
the wind wanders everywhere
bringing far off scents
small splashy puddles
remnants of a rainy noon
......