Where Palms Whisper

Palms lean close and murmur, tickling the breeze with secrets.
Their words dance on my skin, and my smile blooms like sunflowers.
My eyes sparkle with mischief and joy, caught in the magic they bring.

Palms lean close and murmur, tickling the breeze with secrets.
Their words dance on my skin, and my smile blooms like sunflowers.
My eyes sparkle with mischief and joy, caught in the magic they bring.