Sense.

Sense.

A Poem by Lydia

The rush of traffic,

Slamming doors,

He’d never hear again.

Opened windows,

A child’s fright,

He’d never see again.

A gentle kiss,

December snow,

He’d never taste again.

Fresh spring rain,

A clean sweet breeze,

He’d never smell again.

Watchful eyes,

The still of night,

He’d never feel again.

© 2008 Lydia


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Added on February 9, 2008

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Lydia
Lydia

Seattle, WA



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I'm Lydia. I write free verse. Nature is freedom. My Bird, I am forever changed. Rest in Peace, my beautiful friend. Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginativ.. more..