My Poetry Crib
Thursday, 2 January 2014
When I think of……
When I think of watermelon,
I can see a turtle’s shell,
I can smell the aroma of juices satisfaction,
I can feel of limitless bites,
I can taste succulent juices, sweet like candy when just right in my mouth.
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