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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.
 

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Yanma Hidayah

Tue 14th Apr 2026 09:32

Hi @Frances Macaulay Forde, thank you so much

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Tue 14th Apr 2026 06:04

Loved this: " somehow the night just knelt."
Thank you, Yanma.

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