KaRon Burnley, guest contributor

She   by KaRon Burnley


She plucked the strings as gentle as the sun lays its rays on the eyes I stare into.


The sound that sang from the body renewed the pedals I loved to touch.


Her voice relaxed the wind, The chocolate river that ran from her head to her back complemented her skin.


Voice so powerful heart so frail, everything felt so perfect, kind of like a Fairy Tale.