Time and again,
I’ve sensed your scent.
Pierce and curl,
Reaching out.
To touch moments,
To blunt the edge.
Flowing, becoming,
A heady smell.
Latching a trail,
That leads me home.
I’ve sensed your scent.
Pierce and curl,
Reaching out.
To touch moments,
To blunt the edge.
Flowing, becoming,
A heady smell.
Latching a trail,
That leads me home.
1 comment:
not bad at all
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