Sense & Senses

a Poem in 12 lines

All,

 is in the eye of the beholder,

in the feel of a touch,

in the hear of an ear,

in the whiff of a nose,

in the haste of a taste.

Each,

and All,

is Ours to sense.

Each,

and All,

Ours to expand and condense.

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