Listen to the girl
who’s singing.
Softly by the window
in the summer haze.
Look into her eyes
and see the moonlight –
dancing slowly,
mesmerizing… in cadence.
Slightly sad –
the song is floating
and flies away
into the breeze.
The last couplet –
the song born, breathing –
the girl now silent,
full of hope.
With quiet pray
she sends her kisses,
along the vibrant,
loving song.
Somewhere,
in the middle of a desert,
a lonely boy
is smiling soft.
Into his dreams
he is getting kisses.
He hears
the singing, praying girl.
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