You are …

You are the taste of a sweet delicious orange ,

tickling my tastebuds.


You are the sound of the calm sea,

stroking the soft sand.


You are the smell of a memory,

lost deep in the darkness.


You are the number one,

standing solitary and silent.


You are toe tipping tap dance,

like rain drumming on a roof.


You are the impossibility,

between right or wrong.





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