another story…

Dear fall-day out of this time of the year,
even if seems to be the season of the witch,
I don’t know what kind of strategy you try
but to be true, I didn’t imagine our dating
be so gray and cold and without your goldy,
and brassy and warmly shades. Fortunately,
I was inspired to put on me, a perfume with
sprightly notes, to avoid any wrong situation,
also to reinvent another story, with each part
of your sun inclined on me for looking shinier.
I guess that could be one of your deep excuses,
in your hurry to see me, and is accepted but do
whatever’s necessary for fixing up your mood.
Implore a competently one for a prescription.
— P.S. — Do it AˢSᵒᵒⁿAˢPᵒˢˢⁱᵇˡᵉ. Winter knocks.
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi


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