Sensory Poem
By Billy D
Published 6 August 2021
I hear the sun hitting the ground.
I smell pieces of honey.
I see butterflies flutter.
I feel thorns and they make me bleed.
I taste the honey.
It’s a rose.
Published 6 August 2021
I hear the sun hitting the ground.
I smell pieces of honey.
I see butterflies flutter.
I feel thorns and they make me bleed.
I taste the honey.
It’s a rose.