When you were there,
I was too laconic,
And you were there to fill the lacunae
With your face hidden behind the baloons,
So definitively symbolic.
An icon
Or a catchy rhyme
Full of distinct evidence,
If your mind is evil,
My heart is its residence.
When I was there,
You were too chaotic,
With your voice as fresh as volcanic soil,
A pivotal point
Of gracious glaciers,
Verbalized and hypnotic,
Gazing into your dioptriae
For tropes and all things semiotic.
An icon
Or a catchy rhyme
Full of distinct evidence,
If your mind is evil,
My heart is its residence.
You were hotter than volcanic soil,
I can still feel my emotions boil.
An icon
Or a catchy rhyme
Full of distinct evidence,
If your mind is evil,
My heart is its residence.
Iconic
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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