Kid Gloves
Kaleidoscope 5 Senses
Uprooted flesh trees walking barefoot on the sea
His voice vibrating through my skin like music.
Can still feel the salty residue on my cheeks
Carrying information waves... frozen frequency.
Recorded mementos at play
Imprints, passing movies
Impressionable archetypes to course correct
Nostalgia's enriching caress
Cool, clean, collected
Discovering every crevice of your soul...
Chemically altered. Tastefully engineered
Breathing each molecule in.
Embrace peace.
Vanish sweet Houdini
Evidently the detours build character...
Smile and let the stars decide
About the Creator
Alquimista
Writer, traveler, storyteller.
Bachelor of Arts in film & journalism
"Echo Eternal Love's Ripple Effect..."
Capturing mind's essence, feeling, thought, word, sound, visual & frequency.
Creating change within nature's heart to poesy's soul.
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