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When...

April 30, 2013
By Killian Markworth SILVER, Colgate, Wisconsin
Killian Markworth SILVER, Colgate, Wisconsin
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When the rain smells of blue sky
The rivers will be set free
The night will be bright
And birds will take flight

When the lakes sound of a peaceful day
The clouds will float high and white
The mountains will sound a strummed guitar
They will look painted from a far

When the sky takes the taste of cold
Winter will begin to rise
Snow will begin to fall
One will have experienced it all


The author's comments:
A poem based on synesthesia.

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