The harvest mooni spied tonightwith his light castingover things passingmuch too quickly.and I longed for morningbut Instead I asked himto rememberwhen he was youngerso we could talkabout blessed momentsgone by. Rating Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments