the windmills of your mind
few rendered hypotheses, in music,
are beautifying you as you are, as if
it's a subtle whisper of mine to you;
so listen to it in friendly mannerism
thru the windmills of your mind, ok?
i swear that's chic… (ma parole…!)
Good Sail Through My Allusive Stories
dear reader‧‧‧, before throwing yourself in the void of my thoughts and navigate in all my dreamt and undreamed dreams, take with you the bow and arrows, — my mind is a jungle 𓇼 by the way, — try to wing onto yourself even a camera to immortalize anything 𓇼 adjusts the film on the spot, — lengthwise, width, up, down, and rotary, to explore (my nameless stars...), (my nameless loves...), elegantly masked in an allusive content 𓇼 remark, — in this galaxy of my universe, you'll be able to feel my mood inside you, as if you've been lured under the spell of a bad woman blues... ⋯ or you could have good╱bad luck in finding yourself when you look for me or, as you do, to get lost 𓇼 if somehow, it'll happen, follow the path of the good and beauty, and you'll be guided back to the light‧‧‧, my soul is self-satellite ᶜᵒᶜᵒoneᵈ in the blue spectrum's essences 🗢
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