***In ancient meadows
of green velvet,
the gentle wind
whispers a melody
of lost love...***
*"On top of Old Pines,
all covered in
moonlit snow,
I lost my true lover,
For i was a bride no more"*
***-Sweetly singed the
maiden, voice of
nightingale echoes
down where the
blue river swiftly flows***
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 7:39 AM UTC
***In ancient meadows
of green velvet,
the gentle wind
whispers a melody
of lost love...***
*"On top of Old Pines,
all covered in
moonlit snow,
I lost my true lover,
For i was a bride no more"*
***-Sweetly singed the
maiden, voice of
nightingale echoes
down where the
blue river swiftly flows***
