good lovin' (in the morning)
moon's lusts swarmed (on beggars' lane) it wanted to be loved, — (it succeeded...) sniffed only a good lovin' (in the morning) since then, got deepened (in my dreams' maze)
⁂ Writer’s Note: Just a metaphorical, innocent exploration of artistic inspiration with intuitivety, structured around the music's rhythm and creative flow. ⁂ So, thru which corridor of your nerves does happiness infiltrate inside you? And. At what time?