There are certain nights which are brighter than the day. On such nights instead of the moon I see your smile on the sky. I love those nights.
I love those nights when the stars wither and fall off like autumn leaves from the sky. Or like snow in winter.
Those nights I swirl like a dervish intoxicated by my own singing veins. And my heart echoes a hymn I composed for you the previous moment.
Those nights are so bright that my lips turn into the reddest of roses.
The nightingale yodels and breaks open its centuries old cage and flies off like a meteor from the earth and soars and soars defying gravity.
Setting a new record in flying.
I love those nights because your memories seduce me and encourage me to make love to that beautiful moment where my heart touch my soul.
And my imagination like a rudderless ship sails into an ocean of a fairy tale.
I love those nights my little princess. I love those nights when you kiss me good night and you are still a thousand mile away.
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