THE MULTIPLE FOLDS
that, amour carries me often; in the
terra firma of dream, a vista of
flourish wild bloom; effects
the soul and mind, shines
darkness with a typical
illuminative feeling,
everything looks
gorgeous,
it’s
you, I don't know, creates the scene
of extraterrestrial beauty; or the
some invisible vigor pulls me
toward the web of colors,
a cascade of passion
flows from the
rainbow,
the sky wants to fling the condensed
fascination; gripped with moonlit
emotion, life chases frantically
behind the nomadic wings,
who left the mark; on
the violent chest,
a delicate
glassy
perception surfaced, heart began to
weave the new design; an hidden
thrill nudges to manliness, a
nascent desire; wants to
touch you; feel you
with inclusive
allegiance!
that amour twists the persona with
multiple fold - - -
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