When the wind
Shouts down the leafs,
I hear.
If clouds mass
In columns,
I see.
As the ground
Swells and rolls,
I feel.
When the rain
Reaches my lips,
I taste.
After bees
Give birth to scents,
I smell.
Near you,
I'm senseless.
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