my sweet and tender beast
I let the beauty of me be sought in the world
and as the clue, the moon became the sun.
Enchanted, the shore became the tide
playing between sunset and sunrise allured
by a whisper that can be as well as yours,
solitaire
the loyalty of an impeccable, known " l'grand solitaire ", it is a hobbyist of dreams that's revising its priorities, adopting passionately and yet furtively, a love's course ‧ it knows that fate will not be blamed for sloppy games of the ignorant folks who fail to adjudge that a schism it is just another way to spend time with the lovely one ‧ after all, a dream has dreams to remember… by and by