When the wind
Shouts down the leafs,
I hear.
If clouds mass
In formation,
I see.
As the ground
Rolls its fat,
I feel.
Should the rain
Reach my lips,
I taste.
After the bees
Give life to flowers,
I smell.
No wonder
I'm desensitized
Near you.
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