Not a Lullaby
Like three little birds that made the silence melt,
flitting through my window,
soothing my sorrow,
somehow the night just knelt.
A beautiful lullaby rising to the sky,
you taught me how to fly.
Every word you said,
and every note you gently played,
it was a beautiful lullaby,
until goodbye made it too hard to play.

Yanma Hidayah
Tue 14th Apr 2026 09:32
Hi @Frances Macaulay Forde, thank you so much