in the land of sense

In the land of sence, I saw beautiful blue butterflies flying frantically.


in the land of sence ,i smelt the linger of fluores as they blossom like a baby stretching after her stretching after her morning nap.


In the land of sence, i heard the song of birds conversating. 


In the land of sence ,tasted the dust of a rainbow like a million sprinkles.

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