Love, we are wanderlust,
On this slippery curves of planet earth!
You handed over a calendar of days,
That I wander for you from far,
Counting every day!
Love, we are adventure-lust,
On this stale face of a stereotyped earth!
You brought me a notebook,
To jot down the seasons of cold and heat!
To arrange the fertile periods,
For a plentiful harvest feast!
Love, we are wild pheromone freak flies,
On the conscience of modern perfumed streets!
You brought me a bottle of fragrance,
That I may pollinate an entire earth,
With wild tulips, roses and gerbera patterns!
On this slippery curves of planet earth!
You handed over a calendar of days,
That I wander for you from far,
Counting every day!
Love, we are adventure-lust,
On this stale face of a stereotyped earth!
You brought me a notebook,
To jot down the seasons of cold and heat!
To arrange the fertile periods,
For a plentiful harvest feast!
Love, we are wild pheromone freak flies,
On the conscience of modern perfumed streets!
You brought me a bottle of fragrance,
That I may pollinate an entire earth,
With wild tulips, roses and gerbera patterns!
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