
Salt water air the seagulls breath,
Sand glides toward the waters sheath,
White feathered wings tickle evening skies,
With rolling waves as they sail by.
by L. M. Montes
Salt water air the seagulls breath,
Sand glides toward the waters sheath,
White feathered wings tickle evening skies,
With rolling waves as they sail by.
by L. M. Montes