Sanguine Melody
Oct 28, 2019
A tune I heard in November, echoes of a name I remember.
It sings like water in a meadow swift, it chants desire like a gift.
It echoes a chime with pleasure, it glimmers shine like a treasure.
It rhymes beauty like a belle, it hums a serenade like a spell.
It flatters a harmony upon a heart, it whims a melody of sanguine art.
