The sun attacked my windows. Has own fancy to see what I do, — if in some way I still miss you, or my feelings got lost a while ago. 🌞 It's a joy's room all over my head with the scent of life's bouquet. I access it, at intervals, a little bit, as if I'd have with it a chouette. 🌹 Its music borders me modestly. Its lips are overlapping with mine. The red kiss, not old, not young, has a rich taste of a playful wine. 🍷 If the sun has noticed any answer, or its scintillas sent you a frisson, if my fiction operated on you madly, stop checking yourself... just enjoy.