Sitting alone.
Waiting.
Amidst the sea of strangers.
Is a dainty lady.
Flowing in her ears, a sweet melody---
The song of a singing violin.
Eyelids are heavy.
Body is tired and weary.
She's now sleepy.
Her mind is wandering towards---
You.
Hers forever.
In fantasy.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 8:07 AM UTC
Sitting alone.
Waiting.
Amidst the sea of strangers.
Is a dainty lady.
Flowing in her ears, a sweet melody---
The song of a singing violin.
Eyelids are heavy.
Body is tired and weary.
She's now sleepy.
Her mind is wandering towards---
You.
Hers forever.
In fantasy.
For my kind sire.
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