She sang the sweetest lullabies,
in tones of pure divinity; gently
rocking souls into a heaven
here on earth.
Soft and sweet, her every
became a newborn melody. The
golden, glowing luster of her eyes
enveloped all she came to see.
The microphone was blessed
time she held it in her tenderness.
The lights, a million times more bright
when shining on her soul.
All she was, was there within
and no one ever felt the jolt of loneliness
she suffered, every time her audience
? Michaelette ?
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