There isn't a sweeter flower 

on Earth

to drown in

I would

I'd let you in

but it's so simple

you'd never believe me

My secret N⁰3

Woke up to the pile

of my masks in dirty laundry

What to do now

Eyes on beauty

led by inexhaustible 

desire to create

we're only half full

with feet on earth

Not flowers, not birds

Complete in ethereal

idea space

Home town lives in

a place inside me

Has weight, colours 

associates with organs

no one has 

Today I will change 

its hues, to see wh