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]🎼

poetic audience

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