Under the moonlight

And she is laughing and telling me a story about obsessions. And I listen to her with my eyes, while my ears are listening to the moon. Bewitching dance, a beautiful temptation. Immersed into harmonic sequences I grasp that strange feeling that sounds and thoughts are travelling along expanding the edges of space with the pace of the heart beats. Hold me close even when reborn. Just follow the soft touch of those round vowels, hence held tight by the gentleness of whispers …. sssshhhhh…
under the moonlight




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