blue eyes
am the pollen of words in the whispers of your dreams my mind spreads honey while your bud blossoms stars vulnerable, your galaxy marvel in the taste of my marvel seeing you perfuming yourself with my blue eyes' memoir
⁂ 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?