Lunatic condition if you feel
You say yourself what’s the deal?
Softness and Warmth
It penetrates into your body
As the candle melts
Softness in its existence
And your heart’s softness
Even melts to make eye tearful
The pleasant atmosphere and you feel strange
Flow of water in lake in its range
By looking at the brightness of the moon
And you begin to do croon
It’s called affection
For the soul, it able for the relaxation
Fixing the innocence and beautiful smile
You stunned by standing in front of moon light
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC
Lunatic condition if you feel
You say yourself what’s the deal?
Softness and Warmth
It penetrates into your body
As the candle melts
Softness in its existence
And your heart’s softness
Even melts to make eye tearful
The pleasant atmosphere and you feel strange
Flow of water in lake in its range
By looking at the brightness of the moon
And you begin to do croon
It’s called affection
For the soul, it able for the relaxation
Fixing the innocence and beautiful smile
You stunned by standing in front of moon light
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