Envy - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
I wish I could speak as well as does smell
It's always in the air; everywhere present and speaks:
"This is food, hamburger, it is burned, excess fat; it is bad."
"This is rose, two days old from when blossomed."
"And this one is grass, with head cut, it's the blood."
"But this one, also grass, is dancing for the dew after night."
"Best of all is this one, dry earth, one drop, it gives life"
I wish I could speak as well as does smell.
Though still I'm happy I have learned/understand.
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