November rain

You love me so much that even your dream
dreams about me, fictionalizing a minor acute
of your philosophy, pampered paradoxically
with the structural capacity of your longings,
while the art of November rain fulfills desires.

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