I’m used by her song
Gentle yet strong voice
A lullaby to my dream
Somewhat sad but deep
Song sung under the moonlight
Echoing melody
Flowing through the air
I can see from my curtain
Fluttering silver hair
Curvy finger on a golden harp
Her eyes, as blue as ocean behind
An angel without wings
Enchanting sound
Sorrowful aria
Continue to resonate until the world’s end
Melody~MyriadS
Label: poem
# written at Melody's desk | 04.39
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