Lake and Boat
In a quiet Devon backwater guarded by dragonflies a small rowing boat bobs up and down gently in the breeze.
“While my little boat moves on its mooring mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin.”
In a quiet Devon backwater guarded by dragonflies a small rowing boat bobs up and down gently in the breeze.
“While my little boat moves on its mooring mist, and daylight wanes, old memories begin.”
