Once More

I want to keep telling you the same thing.
Over and over.
I would let you know the colour
Of the the burning sunset.
About the way it shines
Against the strands of your hair.
Or how the words crowd
My mouth when we are alone.
Some people dance with a
Tune in their hearts, the
Noises guiding their path
Like a harmonies orchestra;
Your orchestrations discordant
Rhythm is a stark contrast.
Our arms entwined.
Once more, I say.

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