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I ask you, can you see what I see?
Notice the long neck outlined by the leaves
Can you see the outline of a giraffe in yonder tree?
I ask you, can you feel what I feel?
These bits of paper in my school bag are orphans,
Is not keeping them safe a must and not an option?
I ask you, can you hear what I hear?
Some sounds are pleasant and some not so dear…
The gurgle in my stomach…is both an ache and fear
I ask you, can you taste what I taste?
When the blood from my scratch mingles with my tears,
Is not the concoction heavenly and too good to waste?
I ask you, can you smell what I smell?
The smell of a fried fly as it falls off from a streetlight,
Rotten leaves and petals drained out of a well? |
