true story

sheepish and fearful, — placed on the rib of a dream,
a tree tries to put itself a new suit on its twigs

a thread of sand feeling it, it began to ripple like a poem
metamorphosing the view into a palpitating symphony

subtle fragrances of the pink magnolias and pines
kissed the spring's ambiance, budding it in a true story

and me... i turned warmer, listening curiously to its light,
orchestrated tenderly by a subtle moaning breeze

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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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