“...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...”
“When I usually outshine the light, I look for evanescence. The ending to my resplendence is much more divine, when it's singing a sweet lullaby of captured shine.”
“The wheels hummed lullabies on the liquorice road ...”
“Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain. We often sing lullabies to our children that we ourselves may sleep. All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.”
“Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.”
“It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell.”