another story

Dear dizzy fall day from this time of the year,
even if it seems to be the season of the witch,
I dunno what kind of strategy are you trying.

To be accurate, I didn't imagine our dating be
so grayish and cold and without your golden
and brassy and cuddled and warm sunshades.

Fortunately, I was inspired to put on me
some perfume with sprightly notes,
enough for avoiding any wrong situation,
also to reinvent another story, with each part
of your sun, inclined on me, to look shinier.

Guess that could be one of your deep excuses,
in your hurry to see me, and is accepted. Yet, do
whatever's necessary to fix up your mood. Even
implore a competent one for a prescription…

— P.S. — (Do it AΛ’SᡒᡒⁿAΛ’Pᡒ˒˒ⁱᡇˑᡉ). Winter knocks.



πŸ“–πŸ€πŸŒΏ

here i am

a thousand kisses deep

temptation

check it out

internet

coffee

and again I Love You

lost and found

yum

Join my atmosphere. My mood denotes Bohemian Whispers and a persistent Poetic Frisson. The dosage comes with Coco. 🌿