September, 11, Night falls, Curtains rise,
*Empyreal Realm! *
Blooms a new Flower,
Beavers lift their head, They are not shy,
Night blossoms, silvery-pink,
their fragrance stolen, they are envious,
The Guitarist has a note to sing,
a pentatonic melody, of love, of gleam,
The princess blushes, in her silvery white gown,
She was an embryo, lulled by Angels and Seraphs,
Just A week ago!
Her dazzling beauty, Mesmerizing!
But why did she steal their fragrance tonight?
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC