The moonlight shines upon the starry streets,
Silver elves travel through the empty night.
Sad eyes swept over by the liquid screen
Dream about misty dock and the green light.
The young prince trades sunflower, mad and bold,
For his danger solitude in the yard.
But to know that the stone would not be gold
Shapes the pyramids with a golden heart.
Every leaf talks and heard by the Greek Gods,
Whispers to Muse, you're sweeter than most.
Then verses and curses swim to my box,
Insomnia 'n melancholia make me boast.
To make a final grab before she leaves,
Winding roads diverged ere one achieves.
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 10:34 PM UTC
The moonlight shines upon the starry streets,
Silver elves travel through the empty night.
Sad eyes swept over by the liquid screen
Dream about misty dock and the green light.
The young prince trades sunflower, mad and bold,
For his danger solitude in the yard.
But to know that the stone would not be gold
Shapes the pyramids with a golden heart.
Every leaf talks and heard by the Greek Gods,
Whispers to Muse, you're sweeter than most.
Then verses and curses swim to my box,
Insomnia 'n melancholia make me boast.
To make a final grab before she leaves,
Winding roads diverged ere one achieves.
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