Наталья Михалева

The sun is shining bright, like a colorful aurora. It paints the world in hues of orange and white and more. I'm gonna start packing my bags, I'm leaving all worries behind. Let's go, I need to get my own summer time. The breeze is playing soft through the palm trees, softly. It whispers secrets of each land. I found a way, laughing on the beach