you see reflected on the ceiling, on a thin sheet of ice that your imagination has created for you, and that only moves with the rotational movement of your eyes
A benign, placid juice into being, and his hands sweating, almost as if they were caught out
My colorful world, yet once more, still more colorful, more yellow and salmon
Infiniti red petals
Once again I
The strings on the guitar issuing a golden halo, to stain the wooden handle, to make it even more precious, magical
And I am the tide
Humming Mango, and a few pieces of my
I am the tide