POETRY Reading: Five Senses, by Jazmyne Whitlow
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1m 32s
Performed by Val Cole
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POEM:
Love is like sitting down at your favorite restaurant & eating your favorite meal
Just to walk away from the table with no left overs & wallet feeling smaller based on the bill
Love smells like your favorite desert on Christmas evening when all the presents have opened, yet saddened to have to wait a year for those very moments
Love looks like a family picture on vacation with big bright smiles & hugs that were just frowns & complains of all that’s around, low & above
Love sounds like waves in an ocean or seashells at the beach the closer you get the more intense almost forgetting the sound of peace
Love feels like rolling around in silk sheets that just came from the dryer as you roll around with your eyes closed then open just to notice you never took them out the dryer
Love to me is imaginary a feeling, a smell, taste, sound, or look we want to last forever, yet comes & goes like many of the other emotions we tend to hang on
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