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kaplopblog in Early Poems April 4, 2020 38 Words

Sense

Listen: https://kaplop.blog/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/sense.wav

sight
steps lightly

hearing
keeps its distance

smell
smiles

touch
risks

taste
though

makes
the most

sense

 

(This poem started to come in 1984 in Florence, Italy)

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