A girl dressed in the sunset, with his sigh, he said quietly. His eyelashes fell tempting, the girl wanted to paint ... A brilliant secret from the night came in his soul with butterfly wings. Sailors swim from one sea they embraced the shore to kiss him ... And instead of anchoring in pubs, they were looking for girls with dimples. Their eyes sank, they asked the home of their love to reach. And the ship? He flew high. Flying took him to lead them beyond the mythical trait of a horizon, to the island sacred to unicorns. The shore spreads like a scarf. There were dreams in shells. Sweet night breeze and very young stir the girl's mind. Then one sailor took one heart the artist and his shell. The sea conspirator has taken away two pairs of steps and a dream in blue.
