Poems from Skully622
A warm breeze blows
Your on your own
The wake of the water is subtle
Nature calls
Peace and serenity are all you can think about
The lake...
A warm breeze blows
Your on your own
The wake of the water is subtle
Nature calls
Peace and serenity are all you can think about
The lake...
The facts of life are certain but slim
On one hand you can count them
We live, we eat, we breathe
Only death is guaranteed
To be born...