The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before - but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever. As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off, the children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.
Enid BlytonTag: children nature secret mysterious june island willows haze enchanting
Where beams of imagination play,
The memory's soft figures melt away.
Tag: imagination memory enchanting
It's spring giving way to summer, balmy air smelling of roses, hot skin meeting the cold shock of the ocean, starry nights as warm as kisses.
Sarah McCarryTag: lyrical haunting melody enchanting
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