by Bianca Guzman The days are long, The wind’s just right. I sit here waiting, Waiting for nothing. The sun beaming down, The grass warm and cozy, Bright blue sky showing its true colors; Only some clouds are in sight.…
by Bianca Guzman The days are long, The wind’s just right. I sit here waiting, Waiting for nothing. The sun beaming down, The grass warm and cozy, Bright blue sky showing its true colors; Only some clouds are in sight.…