“The sea waves stirred before methey dashed against the rocksLike a mermaid rising from its depthscurled white sea foam were her locks...”
Giselle V. Steele“The sea waves stirred before methey dashed against the rocksLike a mermaid rising from its depthscurled white sea foam were her locks...”
Giselle V. Steele“For what is a dream if not love first felt and what is mystery if not life itself”
Giselle V. Steele