Moontide

7 1 0
                                        

As quick as a wave
As raging as a tide
As brilliant as the Moon
Along with silver eyes
She is the Moontide, which I will only see some
Behind the tree,in the fence in wich she hides
All I see are the hands and eyes then sometimes the white strands of hair
But then she will disappear
And I will despair

MoontideDonde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora