Senses

Second

Senses

Growing up in this strange land

Isn't exactly what I planned

Storms sway in the distance

Smell what they look like

And hear what they see

Taste the colour, See the sound

Walk on the waving ground.

surreal poetry
Jonathan Clewlow
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