How tall is the grass cultivated
by your brush on my fantasies' canvas,
[it's an enigma]
How many parties of colors got diluted
with your rave in my thoughts' water,
[it's swanky sin]
How much joy brings to your air's ankle,
when my wild blue eyes step on it,
[it's atmosphere]
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un p'tit je ne sais quoi ©
PoeticEssences ᵏᴼᵏᴼ 🎩
John Mayer
