only you
it meows some memories.
Some, have flowers' shapes,
others, look like diamonds.
Some, perfume the dreams,
others, drag you in shadows.
Some, touch longings' souls,
others, search for words' lips.
Some, appear out of the blue,
others, disappear in whisper.
Some, just love humming,
others are doing pirouettes.
Some, embody your ideal,
others tangle your universe.
Some have sincere feelings,
others, hover sporty in your air.
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And some, and others, jointly,
are licking your mind and soul.
And some, and others, deal with
the spectacle of your being.
You're the hero of your smiles.
Did you try to sort your wrinkles?