Upon Her Windowpane
Through dreamy eyes of green she drifts away
To fields of daisies there above the bay
Beneath a silver veil of ocean mist
Lost in the endless bliss of that first kiss
As heaven weeps upon her windowpane
Written: May 15, 2014
Inspired by a photograph by: Andrada Misca and
A song by Deborah Henson Conant - the Nightingale played on a Harp -
Truly one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard
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