The Senses 'At Work'
The azure sky spreads wide, as far as I can ‘SEE’
The air perfumed, with the ‘SMELL’ of jet’s fuel
A gentle breeze blew, ‘FEELING’ O so cool
The pilot said, “Joy, come ‘TASTE’ my drink”
While I could ‘HEAR’ the roar of the jet’s engine
Copyright © Joy Wellington | Year Posted 2010
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