so

my feelings are captured
in some micro fictions' instrument
𓇼
the music from the background
renders a so ravishing passage
luring me in a psychic transit
𓇼
just as the wind plays with my hair
just as the sun kisses my cheeks
just as the stars shine in my eyes
just as the moon hugs me
𓇼
but when music's gonna stop,
could you intuit how orphan
would be stories' vocabulary and
where the feelings will dawdle


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