grip of the sun


the rustling of your thought
painted on the canvas of my soul
is like a docile whisper…

and I don’t hide you… —
my heart has deep-rooted on my lip
love… — your love…

and I love you…
but how much I love you[…?], you see,
this poem I didn’t write it yet

it nests in your heart… and beats
…[I don’t know to which side]
but vibrates in the grip of the sun

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

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