I looked backin my review mirrorher waving goodbyeand she fadedfrom large to smalland I knewthat what never wasnever would bethe dust risingmy tyres s..
I watched the yellow butterfliesdance round and round her headand in her smile and her eyesno more about her beauty could be saidwhen she's smiling an..
She moves silently across the nighta deathly vision of beauty and gracebathed in a moonbeam's lightwhere she walks there is not a traceAll that see he..