#WritcoPoemPrompt120
The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King,
You're the hope
You're the voice that breeds lulling to hearts ,
You're a lullaby that making those battling with insomnia get deep sleep,
You're a voice painting lurid thoughts luminous blue ,
You're a lottery...