the dreams trace nobody, — they're traced

Just a bit earlier, someone told me, — I'm beautiful as  the moon is rising , and if you want to,  I'll stand by you . The fact that one who flattered me was already 100 and some years old, didn't hurt me with such petty deets, contrariwise, stole a smile from me. ‧ And I know it saw me clearly. I swear. Also, because it wasn't even escorted. Although it's true, it indeed stumbled about three times, but I put all of these on the part of my dazzling beauty 🤪, a beauty like a musical arrangement or, at times, just like a tune's lyrics do.