PRELUDE
a cluster of innermost ponderings without metrical structure dreamt as mellifluous ripples of intricate symbolic metaphors which are in reality (but what if dreams are reality and reality is a dream?) as wild and turbulent as the scattered stars of the night sky. or, in which I divulge various sentiments that pertain to me, myself, and I.
DEDICATION
to all those who crave for the mesmeric and otherworldly. for those who have stardust in their veins.
enjoy, (i hope), – cashmere
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Mesmeric Youth ✓
PoetryI kiss your eyes so you will recognise me 2016, adriana © (p #48 - 140117)
