My mind my dome!

O The saga of a whispering night. O The confessions of a whispering night. O demon of night tell your story of caged knights of love. O Night don't become so ignorant tell your story of those whispers. The rainbow dares to claim the sky floating over golden daffodils. The light becoming into soft curls of gold on every cloud. The wind running wild overcoming the inhibitions. The trees whimpering feeble sounds of joy through the trees The scent of Lilies and jasmines surging up on the crest of air The wind swinging dancing touching leaf to leaf. The rainy tears trickled downstream her cheeks of every leaf. The rain drops tossing heads in sprightly dance. The majestically plodding silence reigns in the barren night. The breeze dancing like a joy on the heart of a sorrow The touch crept up and peeked over the leaf for taste of desire. The smell of musk in the deer hiding in night. The trickling sound of rain seep into the night. The roar is m