msjewel
pen which dances
inside arms of
the starlitecafe
,in order to make
an atmosphere of
pasions and senses
,a waterfall that a shy
smiles fall from ,shy
smiles which is undressing
branching between the
corridors of lines & letters
,my eyes scrambles and
my sight wait to touch
the fire and snow which
pump blood in every word
of hers
,her words which hug each
other & meet together at
the center of inspiration,
last but not least
if you gaze at a word
of her words and
caught a glimpse of
Nostalgia , Smoothness
of the present , The insistence
of the future , and rhetoric
Revolution which past has
Assassinated its water , and
challenge is telling its thirst,
then
you are in
msjewel`s
julie`s
world
By lost words
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