in for it.

with lips made of sand - they waltzed the night away on an ever changing beach with shooting stars overhead.
in cursive - they wrote sweet nothings that glowed in the tide with a feather that they had plucked from the tail of a sea dragon.
both passion and mother nature were on their side,
and they knew without having to use the words that they had fallen.


1 comment:

  1. I love everything about this series. So glad you have this blog goin on. Makes me a titch happier to be alive :)