The moon rays are touching your hair,
Playing a hide and seek game
As you run in the warm wather,
The waves are calling us
Into the seas heart
Touching gently our feet
August 30, 2010 by cristidragonfly
The moon rays are touching your hair,
Playing a hide and seek game
As you run in the warm wather,
The waves are calling us
Into the seas heart
Touching gently our feet
