When I am disturbed by the deafening high volume scolds of dreams I come out of my bed of roses to have a stroll along for a while on walk ways Meanwhile the full moon with all its shining brightness spilling at my heart smiles at me in its own desired fashion with very much ease and comfort.
Really this sweet moment amuses me and my lips eventually open up for registering a complaint against the dreams I had during the past night I laugh at my insane thoughts and wave my hands at the fast departing dreams Unless they make such hurting adventures deeply annoying me and my slumber how can I enjoy the beauty of Blossoming Moon at this honey struck time?
