You know, these words – they are my pearls,
And I’m collecting them as necklace.
I’ll find new in exciting flows
And bring to you, don’t left me helpless.
Look in my hands: here azure blows,
This one‘s like snail with curvy wrinkles!
They are not easy to suppose,
I’m all in dreaming like I’m reckless.
My honey easterly kickshaws,
So sweet as chocolate in pieces,
Like fresh baked patties, piping hot,
Stuffing with berries and fruit essence.
11-may-2018
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My pearls
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