Nightingale Woman
Raven hair blowing wildlyAs the siren glides in on a cloud
Wind streaming through the sky
Her smile true to her passion
Eyes open to the nights bliss
The emerald green glowing
Sparkling in the moonlight
She beams with an aura of love
The fills the air with sweet aroma
A euphoric fragrance in limbo
Causing peace and harmony
To be aroused as she passes by
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