run away from the sun to me
i'm your dreams' password, i'm palpable… touch my breath… (my pulse protects you…) hold out hope and come… run away from the sun to me… (i'm ecstasy in love's poetry)
⁂ 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?