black & blue
in the darkness of daylight, left on the hand of a poem, intervened some glimmers, a black & blue's countdown, you to identify my name, hid in the dent of your universe, where a few seek for stills, or are amazed over the moon…
⁂ Writer’s Note: Just a metaphorical, innocent exploration of artistic inspiration with intuitivety, structured around the music's rhythm and creative flow. ⁂ So, thru which corridor of your nerves does happiness infiltrate inside you? And. At what time?