Lucy
When summer came, so did she, drifting in on cinnamon wind, kissing the air with her apple cheeks, throwing her arms wide open as if she could hug the world, dazzling our town as if it had never seen the stars.
When summer came, so did she, drifting in on cinnamon wind, kissing the air with her apple cheeks, throwing her arms wide open as if she could hug the world, dazzling our town as if it had never seen the stars.