She had four morning nectars but night tries to remain in control. Her bed is luring her back; she can hear its haunting song whispering in her ear and drifting around her head, like a breeze caressing leaves on a tree.
She had four morning nectars but night tries to remain in control. Her bed is luring her back; she can hear its haunting song whispering in her ear and drifting around her head, like a breeze caressing leaves on a tree.