Beautiful vision Stories

Twilight her favorite time of day  She chooses her spot with care and listens to the sigh of the day's end the honeysuckle sweet on the evening air All is quiet as the twilight deepens,and the shadows begin to fall She loosens her hair lets it fall free its luster darker then the shadows of the trees She sits barely breathing  waiting for the magic to begin She cocks her head and smiles as the first crickets sing Down by...