She waited, for the moment, every day...
for the curtains of dusk to fall
As night approached, her appearance altered
Very few knew, she was blessed
To be a queen of nightingale
Sang to her hearts content
Wearing a crown, on top of the voice
Melody crooning songs
While all slept, she roamed about
Touching every flower on the way
The petals shivered and danced to her music
It was a pristine beauty to watch for,
Even the leaves awaited her magic!
The damsel in distress throughout the day,
was her own mistress after the sun set!
A gem of multi-personality disorder;
who would have thought she suffered two roles
But use to sing away her pains
to give joy to the listeners!
Would you like to be ears to her?
You are already humming a song in your mind dear!