Sunday, August 25, 2019

my sense

I can hear the braids sing 
the dogs bark the cat miaos 
I can see the phone ring 
I can hear you 

I can see the grass grow 
the  bright stars the  yellow moon 
I can see the white snow 
I can see you 

I can  smell  the roast  meat 
the fresh brad the pretty flowers 
I can smell you dirty feet 
I can smell you

I can touch  bought  the soft grass  
the cold ice  the went rain 
I can   tough the smooth glass 
I can tough  you 

I can taste the crispy apple 
the chocolate bar the cream cake 
I can taste the fresh pineapple  
I can taste you 




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