Message in a Bottle #3
A symphony of cicadas announced summer nights under a sliver of silver moonlight. Humid breezes teased my locks and inspired canopies to dance above. Cocooned in a swaying hammock I asked myself, “where is my bliss?”
A symphony of cicadas announced summer nights under a sliver of silver moonlight. Humid breezes teased my locks and inspired canopies to dance above. Cocooned in a swaying hammock I asked myself, “where is my bliss?”