autumn run

the deities of the autumn run in my nerves
under the stars of your sky, love;

watching your smile talking with my smile,
they perceive precisely what you need;

like a dandelion in my dream's shell, you are;
so vivid you breathe the air I breathe;

 

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

Say