Sensation
The heart knows what it wants,
It is inscribed in its walls.
It may wander off so many times,
yet,it yearns for what it desires.
Hidden,yet glaring to the one who
interprets the words unspoken.
The softening of the mind,
is in the whispers of hope.
It is in the beat of the drum,
It is in the plucking of the strings,
The sensation runs deep,
And it is impossible to silence it.
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