She says she can
smell yellow.
She says she can
smell blue.
Despite not being able to
spell either colour.
'Yellow smells
the same as blue.'
'...like a wet kitty
drying by the fire.'
'Red smells like
Mummy when she kisses.'
'Her kisses smell different
when she kisses you...
...then she smells like flames
with little orange tips! '
'Purple
is my favourite smell...
...it smells just like
a magic spell! '
I kiss her goodnight
like violet(only lighter)
with little flecks of purple
scattered here & there.
Oh, the beautiful world that Tilly lives in....that makes me long to once again be a child and see this world as she does...Thank you dearest Donall for this one! !
haha how the mind can play tricks on the senses eh....... Ruthie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Yellow smells the same as blue.' that's true