Wednesday, 18 November 2015
My Sense Poem: The Sense Of Snow
The Sense Of Snow
I see the snowy white blanket on the cold hill.
I smell the wet dew on the fresh green leaves.
I feel a touch of frost.
I hear the crunching of my boots attacking the snow.
I taste the ice as its cold bites my tongue.
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