earth, wind, rain, passion –
the scent awakens the senses
and inflames the blood
feather soft, just ever so light –
the touch reaches deep into
a guarded soul
reflections, star light, falling leaves –
the sights assault the mind and
free your inner passions
damp chill, fresh grass, dew –
the taste tickles as it touches
the very tip of your tongue
crackling, whistling, chirping –
the sounds play a mystical symphony
just for two
walking along the path towards
home, hand and hand,
feeling content and safe
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