My senses

Salty waves crash below,

burning Sausages ,

silky sand going through my fingers.


Birds tweet;cows moo,

Daffodils glow in the sun,

Silky green grass .





Frost coming of the cars windows,

I smell mince pies,

I taste Christmas dinner.


Bonfire drifts is all i smell,

Leafs crunching ,

Flaky leafs falling of the tree.

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