lumière bleue

your poem... — your poem is a sinless mirror
sculpting me all right in an ingenious fairy tale

your poem waltzes me on the scene of lucidity
using its own rationality to renovate my Eden

your poem confers me constellations, sheens,
and charming mysteries on full moon's corolla

your poem is a sea of wine which kisses me
with mandolin's voice in your (lumière bleue)

your poem is my poem that i write it daily
with nights' eyes to dream of me during the day

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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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