Poem XXI

When around me all becomes
louder,
When the lights flash
brighter,
Colours more sickeningly
varied,
The pace picks up, movements
erratic,
I long to be spirited away
by some divine wind,
only to find myself
upon thy breast,
exchanging soft whispers..
Ah till then…A test!
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