Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

it dreams, the summer, in the breeze of my pen softened in the trees' ink about you and the sea 𓇼 there, the flowers howl, a duck talks with a fish, my smile has shifty tints pigmented by longing 𓇼 the room feels fired up, the rain's a secret story, day tries to hum a tune ejaculated by the dark 𓇼 any dream got ticked off, like you, like me, like sea of a summer from a day aired by my pen's breeze