Bed room. Yes, this room is a private space. U urself is the only owner of the key of this personal room. U urself the one who be able to open this heavenly universe.
Silent night. I do adore these words. When all bodies are lyin' down on vessels of dreams left by the souls, I am still awake, pinnin' back my ears to the earth's steady breathin'.
Solitude is the next loving word. Common folk says that solitude is such havin' no one and nowhere like walking in blindness. For me, in solitude Lord with me in the form of musical sounds of nature. They are singin' in a perfect symphony. I have no bounds in my room, my adventure playground. By closin' the eyes, I'll see sky as my room's ceilin'. Let my imaginations jump out of my head, runnin' about all night long. When they get tired and back into my head, time and again, in the very early dawn, it is a command to really close my eyes. It is turn to my soul picked by butterflies voyagin' to a distant dreamland leave me in sleepin' beauty, waitin' a kiss of the knight of sun-shine to wake me up.
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