summergarzon
In the storm, she is a beacon. Her tears fall to the sand. Beneath bare feet they soak the land. In the storm, she is a beacon. A lover never to return. A touch that is never learned. As the sea swallows a ship, a name is whispered up…
In the storm, she is a beacon. Her tears fall to the sand. Beneath bare feet they soak the land. In the storm, she is a beacon. A lover never to return. A touch that is never learned. As the sea swallows a ship, a name is whispered up…