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…!)
adrenaline
every morning, before sniffing out the day's whispers, I'm taking first, my adrenaline's dose, [as usually] ‧ the sun, the chirping of the tiny sparrows, the breeze of the sea, try impressing my windowpane ‧ each of them takes care of any part of me, improving magically, my coiffure, my eyes, my mood ‧ the hugs, the kisses, the innocent giggles, are advanced by love's light that loves bathing in me...
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