last night

late last night, (ingeniously), i peeked at the moon;
its persuasively sound
opened the window of some of my thoughts;

the view was mystique and magic...
it stirred up in me an inelegant lust to take a walk
on its secretive alleys protected by longings;

so i left my thoughts to tread on the moon's realm
but not before sewing up at my ethos's collar, a necklace
with the gems' jewelry of your lovely miracle, [baby]

πŸ˜‰

mille fois

universe

Say

one that I want

ain't stopping

hold on

salut

on repeat

thousand love songs