hold-on, just-breathe, I'll-be-there
through mystic labyrinth of wordsthat 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 essenceled by unspeakable parlance,to feel composed as you were bornsurrounded by the scent of starsstars are infused in colors of the day,well propelled in your cozy gravity,while deep transitions of the fantasylop about, in allusive phraseology…
