THE FULL OF LIFE
the ferment moment, winy allure !
aren’t you before me ; or some
incredible soul wants to
hang on the body,
and mind, a
stupor
of affection, a wildness brings the
life on the path of blurred
darkness, while steps
are not getting
the surface;
however
the heart is mad to float in the sky !
it’s your somatic fragrance; or
prophecy of paused storm,
whatever that’s ; don’t
know exact , but
sense turned
into the
passionate ; feral antelope, runs
toward the seeker eyes, inside
that closed vortex, maybe
venom or nectar; it
doesn’t matter,
that’s arrow
or ray
of blessing only god knows, chest
needs the touch of buoyancy
a touch of wet beauty, the
full bloomed roses or
arid flowers, not
so significant,
that’s
supposed to be the overflow of life,
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