February 14

( Image from tinybuddha.com )
Violet comes in many shades
Accustomed to how black I feel today
Letting perfect to be its own play
Enter the stage is trespassing
Nothing in life is perfect
Time is certainly becoming my witness
In the remote distance you are my perfection
No smell, no touch, no taste
Euphoria is where wild imagination stays

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa