Snowing again; flakes curtain shaken by the wind painting a singular postcard. Greetings from Amsterdam (the city which arteries resemble the nine concentric circles of Hell), what an irony to paint you with such an immaculate mantle… Fall, oh fall over me, pendulum needles, compose a frosting crust on my face; still you can’t close the door over my pale lilac lips. My breath is faint but still can give the hint of a smile, as I fly through the ether, on my monocycle. I keep on relying on my vulnerable vehicle as if I could reach the stars with only wishing it. What a delicious bite of sight, what a descendant and then ascendant trail. Crystal covering the despair, the dirt and the pointless sins, come and melt on me before the inexorable hour. I want to wear you as a dress, and then spin as a tornado to spread my heart around in shape of shinny particles. You came suddenly to redefine the execution of my plans; I take it as a blessing, the presence of a foreigner arriving from over skies is a present, now you could not be addressed under other word but Highness. And even if your came to just have a tea with me, to then, disappear like you were never here, these lines won’t forget. I trapped you as another a butterfly with the only help of my brain cell’s net. B_Nour
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