Morning smiles at her through pale veil of all golden dawns
Voice dwells in room full of heady scent of autumn
Far beneath the horizon rim September calls
In silent whisper of leaves
Sweeter than summer lullaby
In song of wind
Higher than blue velvet of midnight sky
Voice dwells in deep mountains halls
Flying over the dales and woods
Far beneath the sky rim September calls
She sings her songs
Walking under the stars
She plays with the wind
Dancing in moonlit eyes
Of midnight dream
Voice dwells so high above the valleys
As she sing her lullaby till dawn
Falling asleep with a thought of lost halls
Deep in the mountain caverns
Her voice dwells in autumn sky, far and cold
Singing to the honey of herbs, sweet memory of fields
Where her heart longs
In dreams she walks
Among blooming heather and dark cliffs
Far beneath the world’s end September calls
Linlin's Poetry 