lingering, dancers
waltz across the moonlit lawn
and then they are gone
A drive thru the late spring woods.
The woods, dirt roads, the sweet fragrance of fresh earth, the late spring suns' warming rays thru the canopy of green, sounds too goo...
The woods, dirt roads, the sweet fragrance of fresh earth, the late spring suns' warming rays thru the canopy of green, sounds too goo...