so


i’m writing micro-stories;
music in the background
always render a passage
making so a psychic transit,
exactly like the wind plays
with my hair, like the sun
is kissing my cheeks or like
the stars shine in my eyes
and the moon hugs me;
i’m writing micro-stories;
but if the music will stop
could you imagine how
orphan would be my words
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un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Sebastian Roca

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