It was a starry night
But she shone like the moonshine
Her smile was the crescent moon
Her eyes twinkled with the stars
Her lip's were pink
Like the moonflower
How she longed for a kiss
She hummed orange
In her breath
radiated elegance
More Captivating than a rose
She was the dream
That kept the dreamcatcher up
She was the fairy tale
The storyteller lived
©Hilla
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 6:47 AM UTC
It was a starry night
But she shone like the moonshine
Her smile was the crescent moon
Her eyes twinkled with the stars
Her lip's were pink
Like the moonflower
How she longed for a kiss
She hummed orange
In her breath
radiated elegance
More Captivating than a rose
She was the dream
That kept the dreamcatcher up
She was the fairy tale
The storyteller lived
©Hilla
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