Last Petal Of Dream

Across the line above blue mirror of seaAcross the line between fire and iceThrough the midnight grace and song of violinFor a melody calling me through this nightAcross the line, across the fieldLying in-between hell and paradise Silent call of fluteDawn painted pale face so cuteWith tears of dewWith innocence pureSilent song of windCalling yourContinue reading “Last Petal Of Dream”

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