Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

my thoughts ramble thru your clouds like an antidote to anything monotone your thoughts, on the scene of my joy filled with stars, mutilate any pains we're empowered by a kind of magic; clandestinely, we're holding the night the dream's dreaming boils in us a love; we're vitamins, we're passion's donor… there's nothing better than this power

same date, same month, same hour, different year exploring deeply the reflections of the story I am while other new chapters like many myriad others are waiting happily to be sublimely explored and invoked at the category of wonder with pleasure using some joyfulness & the visionary innocence of my spirit balanced delightfully at life's power in the abundance of love to my subtly delectation tchin-tchin à la ᵏᴼᵏᴼ🥂