I put on my boots to the laughter of young children I stroll outside with my lantern to search for the fireflies The sky is clear and the evening appears perfect There is a light breeze tapping the ferns and beech trees In the distance,…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I put on my boots to the laughter of young children I stroll outside with my lantern to search for the fireflies The sky is clear and the evening appears perfect There is a light breeze tapping the ferns and beech trees In the distance,…