Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

the rustling of your thought immortalized on the canvas of my soul, it's like a docile whisper... ⋆⋆⋆ and I don't hide you... — your daily routines have deep-rooted on my joy's lips, dementedly ⋆⋆⋆ and I love you… [but how much I love you...?], you see, this poem, I didn't write it yet ⋆⋆⋆ it nested in your chest... and beats... [I don't know exactly in which wing], but its vibe, it feels in the grip of the sun

bizarrely, like a shadow of an idea in the blue moon of your thought, I've appeared without any weight, like a stain of blood, — to be felt any day and ever-more, provoked with least a sophisticated interest, for your mind is a picture untamed and me still intimidated, I dare you to find me in the atlas of your soul