Sep 2014
When the world retires
the whisper of the night sings
a sweet lullaby to the weary soul
now, weaving a web of magic
spellbound by the night’s symphony
as night descends on me
the whisper of the night sings
a sweet lullaby to the weary soul
now, weaving a web of magic
spellbound by the night’s symphony
as night descends on me
