Music BoxA Poem by mischeifSweet and sorrowfulA ripple on water Tears of slaughter Yet no sound that could wake an otter
As quiet as bells A music box sounds Lulling into a gentle spell
No star was there to sing No moon had risen with its rings Drifting off on wings
Living is now nothing more than a dream Tears on the water sing Listening to the sweet sorrow The music box sings © 2010 mischeifAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthormischeifH town, New ZealandAboutEvil. My friends know me as mischeif as I am always getting on their nerves. more..Writing
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