close your eyes

i live in the republic of music
in the metropolis called, — art

to get to my habitual' address
look for the writers' boulevard

it's right beyond printing house
at intersection of poetry's alley

the bird's-eye view is splendid
just close your eyes to feel it

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs