the limits

you adapted my body in breeze
felt and seen dancing in waters,
my lips, into moonflower corolla
to bring desires illustrated with
details in navy nuances of sky
as if it was given to you to write
with the ink of your holy visions
and the limits of your will, until
the last sunset last goodbye will
get vanish in a cloud set for it

BLOW — [Kid Francescoli]

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