Sense

March 8, 2012
Laughter echos,
humor dries,
through the ears of man.

Darkness glooms,
colors blur,
in the eyes of old.

The heat freezes,
oh, so warm,
on the skin of right.

Rethched odor,
fills the air,
with the nose of wrong.





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