my blue night has disorder’s smell
and the perverse silence
even when voices are heard
in metaphoric algorithms… —
[and is so cynical… —]
lucky me for I’m beauty’s miracle,
a performer
even in the sun
even in the shadow
attracting butterflies and Kolibri
transcending above any fears
making darkness charming fire
with any of my joys emanated

un p’tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎

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