Acrostic poem: “Petrichor”

It is… that particular smell after it rains.

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Poetry: “Sensory crossover”

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Sensory crossover

 

Those who have tasted victory,

Will say it tasted sweet.

Just like how your defeat,

Tastes so bitter on your tongue.

 

The sour taste of failure,

I think you all know that.

And the salt of your own sweat,

Gives success its character.

 

Love is far more fragrant,

It is roses, jasmine too.

But a sadness in your chest,

It can smell like harshest rain.

 

The awesome smell of freedom,

It’s the sea and the fresh air.

But anger smould’rin in your breast,

Smells like smoke and raging fire.

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