Not the worry of tomorrows, nor the dwelling in deep sorrows, neither the lending or borrows. Anklets tinkle in twirling joys. Blooming flowers, a vivid tale. Living life, 'tis tiny detail. 'neath the delicate cottony veil, sultry smiles smoothe the summer pout. Linking with Ronovan Writes
Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?