[hold-on, just-breathe, I’ll-be-there…]


Hm Samarel

in an undimmed spirit essence
led by indescribable parlances,
I’m feeling serenely and purely
as if I am created and honeyed
by the perfume of stars
infused with the colors of the day
propelled by familiar gravities
in deep transitions of any fantasy
and of all my illusive phraseology
with the magical labyrinth of words
which fly promptly amid shadows
for love wears today the costume, —

[hold-on, just-breathe, I’ll-be-there]
©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi

Crooked Colours

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