A poem of poetry

A poem of poetry
Smells like the color blue
Tastes like the sunrise
Sounds like the living room carpet
on a still sunny afternoon
Feels like the dryer buzzer
signaling the end of a cycle
Looks like the sweetness of yeast
expanding to make bread dough rise.
-a

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