Poems — stone cottage

When the blue skies fell fast asleep
And cars got lined up up the lane
A little tune slipped through the cottage doors
Pulling sweet harmonies out to the rain

This tune was strumming strings of your heart
And waltzing wild with your mind
It softly wrapped 'round your spine
Making you leave your worries behind

Under the cover of the midnight sheets
The wind swept notes from the ground
It swiftly blew them up in the streets
Whispering: 'Be quick! Don't make a sound!'

This tune was strumming strings of your heart
And waltzing wild with your mind
Lighting smiles in your drowsy eyes
Making you leave all worries behind

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