Monalisa Smile.

Midwest amongst my july days
Some stayed and Some left
My bouquet of autumnal florals
Smelling of hydrangeas
And forgotten bleached Scarlet
My red red heart
Overthrowing at your beautiful decay
Like I am owning
My Monalisa Smile
And My Beethoven dreams
Where we hide in our
Planetary swirl
That’s why The autumnal bliss
Is always my own
Where I can own my
July days
And My red red heart
Speaking of safekeeping
And the mystical Night jewel.




Picture Nick Victor

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