Thursday, January 2, 2014

Sense Poem







When I think of a watermelon,
I can see the growing melons in clumps on a mound,
I can smell the sweetness and ripeness of its flesh,
I can feel the mouth-watering of fresh melons,
I can taste the juicy chilly melons flowing my throat,

Oh melon, such a real thirst quencher during summertime. 


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