Hermoine

Fire and evening light, when you play my tune, always makes me cry, hanging on my phone, if it rings with blues, hear your lovely tones, this beach comes to life, golden sand soothes, glistens the evening light, it helps defeat the loan, accepts what I do, even stuff hard to fathom, white picket fences lie, they never hail the news, keep me from all strife, garner what has gone, I somehow lost the glue, defeats being alone, you’re always very nice, cannot hide what’s true, I skip in the tide, maybe next a cruise.