where d'you think you're going

my lungs cried out,

my skin dried in my own salt,

my dreams transpired hope,

hope colored the words,

words exposed my feelings,

(forgetting to transform them

in facts)

that's how you became poesy,

for forever, — immortal

for forever, — mine

therefore, —

where d'you think you're going

when you are stuck here, —

in my mind,

in my soul,

in my lips,

in my eyes,

in my dreams,

in my hopes,

in my feelings,

in my guts,

in my words,

intensely,

sipping, —

moods' ambiance

Dear precious You, —

my friend, my reader, —

the philanthropist,

the charming spirit

who doesn't judge

but sponsors, at least

one of my articles, —

Thank You.

Thank you for your flair.

I appreciate your support.

It's thrilling for me

of having your contribution.

Now, through your donation,

I'm able to carry out my aim

by keeping on creating

many other beautiful stories.

You succeeded so formidably

in patterning this action.

I admire it deeply.

Un P’tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

© Claudia MP 📃🖊