the windmills of your mind

few rendered hypotheses, in music,
are beautifying you as you are, as if
it's a subtle whisper of mine to you;
so listen to it in friendly mannerism
thru the windmills of your mind, ok?
i swear that's chic… (ma parole…!)

πŸ“–

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs