Tags summerland

First part of an experimental novel... most of this was written in a cafe while on holidays. It took about three hours.

You left. I miss you. I'm waiting here now. For the time I can reach you, under the shine of the moon.

The stars are night lilies, Plucked by a little girl with rosebuds in her hair, And summer in her eyes. And thrown up to domes of the..