My senses fail
When I see the frailty of your soul
And the brightness of your decisions.
We've come across utter chaos,
We've been dancing in the moonlight for aeons
And our voices still revolve in the outer space.
Your senses tell you
To keep moving in my direction,
Your presence hangs in the air
Like a sweet scent of dark berries.
Senses
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