overflowing senses

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    overflowing senses
    I hear the void

    I taste the desire

    I envy the sun

    I touch the misery

    I smell the history

    I see the cold

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    cherrymuse’s Poems (31)

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