beautiful faces

fulminating thunders and lightning 
with the noisy moans of the rain,
made not a boring night but rather
a dementedly funny one, with
all kinds of callings, until i fell asleep
on the lullaby rhythm of the storm,
as later to find myself arousing
in the gentle tickling of the chirpings
with lyrically beautiful faces, exposed
in my tenderness with an aurora aura,
and the shade of a calm moonbeam
hugged by summer's scent and
your talismanic smile at degree of art

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