I see many shores in my dreams.
Ships that sail through the night time breeze under the unblinking moon reflected on the pastel and deep blues – their journey a mystery to the eye of present breed, and a nostalgia to the sit of divine bliss.
I see many shores in my dreams.
Ships that sail through the night time breeze under the unblinking moon reflected on the pastel and deep blues – their journey a mystery to the eye of present breed, and a nostalgia to the sit of divine bliss.