A girl of twenty three , she sat quietly
down by an ancient creek
where she loved to daydream
as she took in the beautiful
scenery
and where to her it seemed
like the rushing water could speak
By: J.N.R Dutton
A girl of twenty three , she sat quietly
down by an ancient creek
where she loved to daydream
as she took in the beautiful
scenery
and where to her it seemed
like the rushing water could speak
By: J.N.R Dutton