Horizon Timbales
Stride lightly, sonorous little echoes! The horizon timbales dance on the opaque lines of dawn's embrace. Unsung! They leap, they whirl, they never tire!
Stride lightly, sonorous little echoes! The horizon timbales dance on the opaque lines of dawn's embrace. Unsung! They leap, they whirl, they never tire!
Twist and twirl, whispers of gales! The ephemeral reeds hold melodies far too secret for tongues. Sing of these woods and the rustle of symphonies unheard.
Beat the drum of neverland, tinker souls! With every clap, a constellation sings, extinguished maelstrom of yesterdays—the tinkerbell flits, mischievous and metrical!