beautiful faces
fulminating thunders and lightning with the noisy moans of the rain, made not a boring night but rather a dementedly funny one, with all kinds of callings, until i fell asleep on the lullaby rhythm of the storm, as later to find myself arousing in the gentle tickling of the chirpings with lyrically beautiful faces, exposed in my tenderness with an aurora aura, and the shade of a calm moonbeam hugged by summer's scent and your talismanic smile at degree of art
