sweet... K
separated by a rectangle
we're approached by music;
in the evening hours,
synesthesia it's you, it's me
and a glass of red wine
a song floats through us
balancing errorless
our thoughts, majestically
not in vain, we graduated
the course of language, —
…tenderly love
in endless sweet colors,
we're blooming joy;
I am, — [lost-in-your-love]
you are the… — [K]🎼