There was a girl
Crossside the road
Walking.
There was a girl
Laying in bed
Thinking.
There was a girl
Playing a guitar
Plucking.
When orchestra starts their first melodies notes,
The instruments start dancing elegantly.
Feel, Feel, Feel
The soul ready to bloom.
That soft and tender pinkish lips singing,
With two pairs of cutie pie ear enjoying,
An imaginary world start to appear.
Creating the dimension only for her.
Expressing, Evolving, Enchanting.
To open a gate to Orkiaresta.
Waiting the Orkiaresta's flower to bloom.
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