Soothing Senses
Golden streets twinkling in the moonlit night
Winding with slender shoulders
Curved and clenching talons, grasping mounds of mountains
Waving like a sea of molasses
Swaying in a gentle breeze from lunar and seismic factors
Eroding ridges of a long journey,
With every inhale I can taste,
Fragrances so sweet
I climb into bed and gentle pull the covers over you
And peacefully fall asleep
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