synesthesia
Like the wind that howls in my hair,
hear songs from a beautiful spirit wandering
melodies merge with the distant scent of flowers,
produce a multitude of meanings,
merged in the most beautiful feeling ..
Colours paint themselves before my eyes and the sweet taste
your breeze takes my seat .. Your
silky touch takes me by the arms,
awakening my desires,
dormant, waiting.
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