Sensory essence

Nothing we use or hear or touch can be expressed in words that equal what is given by the senses.

Hannah Arendt, 1906–1975

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I am thankful for the unknown as I explore new surroundings.

Finally, alone, I celebrate the comfort of the serenity of solitude.

Cool, thick, heavy raindrops distract me from my mindful footfalls.

I capture moments of the glistening silver and relish beatitude.

And now is the time, with sweet relief, to savour sublime earthbound renewal.

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Per line: sight, sound, touch, taste, smell.

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This is my my third entry for this Challenge:

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Hannah Arendt, 1906–1975

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You may like to read my first entry into the ‘Sensational II’ Challenge:

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You may like to read my second entry into the ‘Sensational II’ Challenge: (Note: Top Story October 2024 - Poets)

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You may like to read my entry into the original ‘Sensational’ Challenge:

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