Sometimes there is a mood. Today there is a mood, and I feel like sharing something beautiful.

”I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
I lift my lids and all is born again
the stars go waltzing out in blue and red
I think I made you up inside my head

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
and sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
I think I made you up inside my head

I fancied you’d return the way you said
but I grow old and I forget your name
I should have loved a thunderbird instead
at least when spring comes they roar back again

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead
I think I made you up inside my head ”

Sylvia Plath (1932 – 1963)

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