heaven sends you

…right as heaven sends you,
at your turns, you love to send
the rain of kisses on my lips,
on my cheeks, on my eyelids
(well, i got to tell you), —
the rain, madly fixed by big and
warm drops, wrapped me tightly
in its scintillating movements
deviating my thoughts' colors,
it captured my soul with its beads
and my mouth with muffled sighs,
to feel I am… your sweet lady

πŸ“–πŸ€πŸŒΏ

beautiful world

tell me something beautiful, she said, — (∂ + m) ψ

give‧me‧your‧fire‧give‧me‧your‧rain

i wonder

suddenly

please

and you, my love

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