diamonds and what?

"The little pixie flutters around as she pours her sugary dust, that reflects the moonlight on the faded crimson bed. She hums the song of peace, a song only siren could sing. Her silver wings are made to fly. Just like yours. Opening a jar, she frees the sparkly fireflies inside, painting the room with butterflies. She brought back the beauty of being happy, touch your art of life. like a singing pixie."

Words by Sherina Munaf on "Singing Pixie"

(Photo: stardust and sequins)