hold-on, just-breathe, I'll-be-there...

through mystic labyrinth of words
that briskly fly amid the shadows,
it whispers love, togged in my suit,
[hold-on, just-breathe, I'll-be-there]

i'll be in the lucid psyche's essence
led by unspeakable parlance,
to feel composed as you were born
surrounded by the scent of stars

stars are infused in colors of the day,
well propelled in your cozy gravity,
while deep transitions of the fantasy
lop about, in allusive phraseology…


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