The Six Senses

I trace my dreams in the clouds,

I feel the breeze under my feet.

I spot the smiles amidst the crowds,

I see joy triumphs over the heat.

I hear the songs of pure delight,

I listen to the voice of generosity.

I converse with the wind late at night,

I whisper to entice the moon’s curiosity.

I smell the scents of a sandy beach,

I sniff the aromas of passions’ heat.

I adore how love can, sometimes, feel out of reach,

I love it, then, when suddenly we bow to its feet.

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