In the abysses of your eyes

Launching myself

To take a little trip and realize

Trying to make sense.

I will probably find colours and

Infinite kindness,

Delicate magic imaginary hand

Giving soft caresses.

Or will it be a chaotic symphony

Precious music

Sweet anarchy you make pretty,

Beautiful archaic.

After all maybe it’s better not to.

Graciou...

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