**Whispers of the Keys**
Her fingers dance on ivory strings,
In melodies where soft light clings.
The notes like butterflies take flight,
Each whispering in the quiet night.
A gentle breeze, her flowing hair,
A song of dreams fills the air.
Her world, the music, pure and sweet,
Where grace and silence softly meet.
In every stroke, the stars align,
Her heart, the rhythm, so divine.
A girl, a piano, and a song,
In this serene world, she belongs. 0 reply
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