Under the moon’s soft silver gleam,
Bell hums a tune, the world a dream.
Blue sighs beside her, calm and near,
Their hearts in rhythm, pure and clear.
The night drifts on—no words are said,
Stars dance above, dreams softly spread.
Under the moon’s soft silver gleam…
Bell hums a tune, the world a dream.
- Collections: Bluebell
Other Work From JACINTHE LACROIX. MASTER SCULPTOR AND ARTIST
