This is the story of a girl, who's eyes were black as night. Stars would flow from her hair, whenever she took flight.
On the back of a sparrow she would rise, to bid the sun farewell. Hair changing the sky to dark, stars shining where they fell.
Arms outstretched she'd gather sunsets, and place them in a jar. Making wishes for brighter days, upon each shooting star.
Faint memories hold as time wears on, she no longer has a name. Age no longer takes her youth, she'll always radiate the same.
Her gown of blue flows around her, with elegant wings spread her sparrow fly's. Changing day into night, forever doomed to roam the evening sky's.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
This is the story of a girl, who's eyes were black as night. Stars would flow from her hair, whenever she took flight.
On the back of a sparrow she would rise, to bid the sun farewell. Hair changing the sky to dark, stars shining where they fell.
Arms outstretched she'd gather sunsets, and place them in a jar. Making wishes for brighter days, upon each shooting star.
Faint memories hold as time wears on, she no longer has a name. Age no longer takes her youth, she'll always radiate the same.
Her gown of blue flows around her, with elegant wings spread her sparrow fly's. Changing day into night, forever doomed to roam the evening sky's.
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