Narrowest winding roads, long forsaken houses - still romancing the past, the moon prancing around in its silver satins and I bathed in sheer bliss.
My never-ending affair with the sea- the cajoling and the caressing. The intriguing beam of the distant lighthouse.
And the silence outside that rushes in through the restlessness, to awaken the silence within.
My never-ending affair with the sea- the cajoling and the caressing. The intriguing beam of the distant lighthouse.
And the silence outside that rushes in through the restlessness, to awaken the silence within.
