IF POSSIBLE
if possible then come, in the desolate
trails, shades of life, such as
aliphatic moonlight has
scattered all over,
the essence
of love in the void, it's your magic touch or
something else, I do not know,
whatever is the reason, but
breath wants to stay
for few more
aromatic moment, probably somewhere, the
blossom of night jasmine creating
the syncope, or an unknown
opiate, has been
plastered
to life,
if possible then come, still in front of my
door, some lamp of breathe are
blazing - - -