MY SEASHELLS
SHALL WE WALK ALONG THE SHORE AND GATHER SEASHELLS TO WRITE NOTES IN THE SAND BEFORE THE CHANGING TIDES WASH THEM AWAY ACROSS THE WATERS TO DISTANT LANDS LIKE MESSAGES IN A BOTTLE OH! HOW LOVELY THE BREEZE CARESSING MY CHEEK LIKE A GENTLE KISS AS IT TOUCHES MY SPIRIT SEAGULLS FLYING HIGHT GENTLY IN... Sign in to see full entry.