the magic perfume of yesterday's translucent woman lingers
like smoke breathes through an open window
why did the blue ocean wear a wake
pick a flower child once gone wild
yet slow stars always surround the morning
never could my heart become the prisoner of your smile
There is something very mesmerizing about the way you use surrealism combined with consonance and internal rhymes. Its like watching a magic trick, but I can never see what you are doing. Thank you for sharing.