an illuminati on dark back-ground the only buffoon in starry circus Narcissus in his own reign and in his presence, a story so unrevealed happened... . in that narrow street with her breath, her companion, in that world full of darkness a world of no guaranteed reality! moon puffed a soft musical breeze that whirled in curve of red cheek cultivated by tangling smile.
in a corner, between her minced glimpses she pursued me, and in no time she chortled those chortles gifted to her by winds from horizon. with her eyes of mystic magic she hooked my heart as hungry fisher trapped it in cage, a gramophone sorta one and danced the rest of night for song of my heart-beat!