The unsaid lament
The beauty is wordless
Time to throw down the finest wings
The pastoril symphony of moaning
A lucid dream
No happy-end at the end
Await, the waltz
There are kisses by the entrance.
Pieces by the closing door.
No arms wide open for the sprouting flower
'Vagabondly' in the mundane portrait
Another contradictory flower
I, young!
(this poem should be read with a French English accent)
Prelude #1
Chaosly phrasing reveries. A dreaming dance of words. Crafting the self.
Melodic motifs within infinite possibilities.
The moment of time, the moment of being.
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