Sous les confettis

Carnival echoes, in the shadow of the night,
There, doubt transforms into pure joy, enticed.
In this dream, no borders, just light to touch.
A wave of confetti, in a rainbow of colors, ablaze.
The air vibrates, under a whisper of incensed sweetness.
Warmth of benzoin, echoes of resins, woody rhythm,
Weaving dream and reality, in a in a burst of colored breaths

Notes

Benzoin and Balmy resins