the night has shown some smile of yours mirroring it quietly thru a window; nobody looked at it; i moved it in a dream; dream is entitled, (once in a blue Monday); glancing at it, the moon felt proud; it loved the tactic of screening your smile;

strange bouquets of sentiments invade subtle my spirit the steam of tempting fragrances, - linden, mint, and chamomile the flu's period flourished amid inundating with the fire burnin' inside gradually the joy is a blessed achoo... instinctively, I'm thinking of you...