Unobtainable

I appear as a landscape so breathtaking, it can only live in the mind.

I feel like the finest linen, only sold in a store you wouldn't dare to enter.

I taste like the milk and honey of the promised land you haven't yet reached.

I sound like the waves that caress a sunset beach, near but yet, a few steps too far.

I smell like the aroma of fresh bread inhaled by a hungry child, as he begs at the steps of a bustling bakery.

For who am I,

but desire.

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