BLAH, BLAH & BLAH

BLAH, BLAH & BLAH

strolling through my dream one time
i met a ‌vein bleeding and asked
it: ‘should i imagine a life
is worth dying if not
according to pleasure?’
a rose (as in a rose by any OTHER
name…) spoke in fragrance:
my eyes sniffed romance,
my heart burst the ice with
living heat of my Soul.
THAT WAS MY ANSWER.

the rest is this:

blah, blah, blah!

:: 04-13-2019 ::