Thursday, May 6, 2010

Five senses poem: Feel

Feel

There is a thing,
Something out in front of me.
When I touch it,
It pulses up my arm.
I feel it move through my body.
The texture rebounds off my fingers.
Bouncing them as I move across its surface.
What they are conveys to me
I now know just what this is.

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