cosmic pink fields

Floating free, skies, pain, and dreams.

A pink field stretching beyond seems wings flood softly, whispers in there, a silent ballet.

A moment red.

Gravity, teasing, but I'm weightless here.

Colors blooming the cold vacuum sphere.

Butterflies dance on cosmic breeze.

Fragile beauty amid the celestial tea.

Oh, my breath.

After the light journey through the velvet night, in dish, pink purpretize.

I'll find my place.

Flying wandering in the space, astronaut in a pink field with butterflies that chantle Dreams intertwine with gravity's poor fantasy, beautiful and whole stars are whispering secret soul.

Painted wings and galaxies, more lost in a dream where heart flies.

Across the universe, kissing sky.

Floating down Softly glide, pink horizons in my mind.

Butterfly kisses spaces on a heart, a voice to the cosmic heart.