so fine
some thought crawls its foot,
slowly and rhythmically
causeless, I look up and down,
even if i feel it inside me
robotized, my thought's voice
asks, — who's there, talk
instantly, i am filled with music
adapted by you… so fine
Join my atmosphere. My mood denotes Bohemian Whispers and a persistent Poetic Frisson. The dosage comes with Coco. πΏ