DooWooDooWoo

i roused up in the rain's melody orchestrated
in DooWooDooWoo of thunders and flashes

instantly, a Mirabelle tree blossomed while
the sun has dripped out its golden ink on it

a mild scent compassed in an arch of colors,
surrounded, spectacularly, my chic boudoir‥

the spring laughs with bouquets of summer,
[life's essences have better fantasy than mine]

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