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Cosmic bloom by Ayahuasca #AI #Song from Marijuana Garden Lyrics : A puff, a pause, a velvet-green intake, Then the world tilted, a silent, colorful quake. The couch was quicksand, the ceiling a swirling nebula, vast, My mind, a broken clock, racing too quick, then frozen fast. And then you walked in—no, drifted—on a current I couldn't place. The air cracked open, revealing a fifth dimension of grace. Your hair wasn't brown, it was a comet's tail, streaked with gold and fire, A whispering, burning fuel to set my soul's tinder-box higher. My pupils, two black holes, sucking light from the room, As your smile unfolded, banishing all shade and gloom. It wasn't just a smile, but a supernova of light, A sudden-born sun in the middle of a starless night. This wasn't Earth; this was an astral projection flight, My body, a vessel, anchored, but my spirit taking height. Each glance from you, a telepathic chord that's been struck, Resonating through me, a feeling of glorious, impossible luck. Your eyes, two opal marbles from some alien sea, Held galaxies of wonder, just for me. The red on your lips was not pigment, but a scarlet sonic boom, Warping the colours, painting the confines of the room. My thoughts were a kaleidoscope, broken and spun, A jigsaw puzzle of pure emotion, finally done. First love, under this strange and psychedelic sky, A bizarre gravity that pulled my small world near your big, beautiful 'why.' You were the pilot fish to my lost submarine, The vivid, electric answer to what 'beauty' could mean. A quantum entanglement that defied all physics I knew, My mind was a strange desert, and you, the impossible, bright-blue dew. My hand reached out, a five-pronged, uncertain probe, To touch your skin, a texture no microscope could properly probe. And the universe exhaled, a shimmering, multi-hued sigh, Confirming the truth: this first love was more real than the stars in the sky. by Ayahuasca