Lullaby of Crickets
Midnight lord
Scribing work
Somebody has forgotten his note
Lines of characters
Runs of practice
The ultimate goal is a daunting road
Stars’ whisper
Teetering willow
Summer has begun its role
Leaves of gold lilies
Tons of loquat trees
The ancient magic is a living legacy
Columns after columns
Hours after hours
Eyes are already sore
Moonlight tells me to go
No worries for tomorrow’s score
Let the lullaby of crickets
Place a wonder word
Into my exhausted frontal lobes…
Midnight lord
Scribing work
Somebody has forgotten his note
Lines of characters
Runs of practice
The ultimate goal is a daunting road
Stars’ whisper
Teetering willow
Summer has begun its role
Leaves of gold lilies
Tons of loquat trees
The ancient magic is a living legacy
Columns after columns
Hours after hours
Eyes are already sore
Moonlight tells me to go
No worries for tomorrow’s score
Let the lullaby of crickets
Place a wonder word
Into my exhausted frontal lobes…
Written by Jerski Bjorksen
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