Stiring the essence

When you reach out to me with silver fingers.

it leaves me with a feeling that lingers.

Stirring the essence of what lies within.

Showing due reverence to the original sin.

Wildness, freedom beckoning onwards.

Spiraling spirits going ever upward.

Never knowing where it takes you.

never restrict your dreams to just a few.

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