The mood is like the tide that completely comes under the Moon rules.
Mood and moon - those two words so similar, so close, so indifferent, that almost get united in the fullest phase of the second one.
Someone opened the window and the rays of light came over. Switch from "off" to "on". We say goodnight to Mr.Moon that is rapidly disappearing as if he realized he made a mistake. So easily to manipulate.
Remains the smell. The world of smells that mixed with the dreams and the presence create the body and the smile that left behind the peace of ego.
I touch delicately the peaces of your thoughts and try to read the stories from your sleepy body. Everything as dream when you swallow smashed almonds, when you taste the queen of white deliciousness. You close the eyes and just fly to the beginnings of divine happiness.
Ecstasy in peace of marzipan.
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