Senses

I see red, blue, orange, green
Apples, skies, and candy sweets

I hear voices, of laughter and cries
Drops of rain from tremblong eyes

I feel the rush of the morning, of 9am coffee
The burning sensation of losing what's dear to me

I smell the sweetness of hug, like rose petals
But also the sadness of rain, of rusty metal

I taste the calmness in the air, clean like water
I taste the bitterness of a void left by others
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