ghost

the breeze of words… have spread a bittersweet… scent,
gingering like a ghost at the edge of a dreaming moment

i found myself flying in your poem's sky... (was amazing);
captured in sun's fist of the story, i got trapped, loving you

unspoken feelings have emanated in me, the joy's graphic,
convincing me to KᡉᡉᡖOⁿKᡉᡉᡖⁱⁿᡍOⁿ in its tender murmur, —
(carpe diem)

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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