Arc En Ciel
As if it were a morning kiss it moved up spine, carried itself over my shoulders and past my neck toward my ear
So suddenly it was bestowed upon me, that it came as a surprise
But gentle still, as a breeze may pass you by in summer evenings… it arrived
“wake”
And all of a sudden… I… am… here
Reminded of such majicks
And whispering out verse as I fall asleep
I am humbled
The most secret of my selves shines though in greeting you
Called out to play
We stand as giants and it feels correct to be this, just children playing a kind and wonderful game
à cache-cache avec des âmes
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