Melodious breeze blows across the shore line a song from long ago whistles in the wind Harp player glides passed sand filled shoes staring into tomorrow crystal ball floats by far away Block Island hidden treasures 200 and counting lost and found seashells fall from high above seagulls soar you lean into me while the …
Trilby Yates
My words are a direct reflection of what is being played out in my mind. For artistic purpose and dramatic effect I have duct-tapped the "edit" button…
Trilby Yates 