where d'you think you're going
my lungs cried out,
my skin dried in my own salt,
my dreams transpired hope,
hope colored the words,
words exposed my feelings,
(forgetting to transform them
in facts)
that's how you became poesy,
for forever, — immortal
for forever, — mine
therefore, —
where d'you think you're going
when you are stuck here, —
in my mind,
in my soul,
in my lips,
in my eyes,
in my dreams,
in my hopes,
in my feelings,
in my guts,
in my words,
intensely,
sipping, —
moods' ambiance
Sweet Precious You,
My Dearest Reader, —
The Philanthropist,
The Charming Spirit
who doesn't judge
but entertains itself
with at the very least one
of my articles, —
Thank You.
Thank you for your flair.
I admire it deeply.
🧸
Un P´tit Je Ne Sais Quoi
© C.M.P. 📜🪶
