a call from a distant silk road
voices calling from an ancient nature
always vibrant and never cold
so smooth, so inviting...allured.
like butterflies, winged and gentle
like waterfalls, rushing and strong
gravity pulling ever forceful
fleeting, too soon...too long.
hanging on to what's real
letting go of reasons, thrill in my senses
forgetting to think, drowning to feel
what you are makes me breathless...
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