Nocturnes 4 by Craig Armstrong
Big city lights,
Like flickering dots
In the distance.
I always associated
The tranquil smell
Of lavender
With this place;
Soft, yet strong.
Tonight I saw
A falling star and,
For once,
I knew exactly
What to wish for.
Like flickering dots
In the distance.
I always associated
The tranquil smell
Of lavender
With this place;
Soft, yet strong.
Tonight I saw
A falling star and,
For once,
I knew exactly
What to wish for.
By Alice Karayianni
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