May they comfort happy dreams.
Cozy embrace we know well,
Tender words smiling anew, it seems...
Carefully made, stories weaved,
Treads of colors we named.
Sweet kisses given for free,
Present on patches, chosen by good taste,
Our taste, we're finally here.
Warm and ready for stains of future use,
Connecting shapes as if 'theirs' were meant to fit...
They fit like paint to canvas,
Cotton and details never before seen,
Shhh, and for a very good reason, listen to me.
Front and Verse, depth through the shallow prints,
Porous breathing fabric...
Breathing under it, intense scent and magic,
Is it really magic or surely meant to be?
Sleeping was never so sweet, saudades and melody...
- Dja Putin
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