small poems & small plates
a shift in the paper lanternsmeant the wind was nearing soonthe gazebo all strung up with lightsthe moon fills the sky tonightand there you go into the gardenfor your evening walk
a shift in the paper lanterns
ReplyDeletemeant the wind was nearing soon
the gazebo all strung up with lights
the moon fills the sky tonight
and there you go into the garden
for your evening walk