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This is a poem about senses. |
| When I run through the fields, when the clock strikes twilight, I FEEL the sound of a thousand wings soaring through the night. Hoping, just hoping for one ray of light. When I SMELL the blossoms falling from the tree's, I know that my God's great, he knows everything. When I HEAR the grasshoppers jumping through the fields, when I SEE the earth turning on it's not-so-normal wheels, every day, every month, every year, I know far away, someones always watching out for me. When I taste..... |