Sensations
Am I wrong to suppose
you’ve yet to experience
the fresh morning dew
between your toes.
The attempt to retain
a handful of sand,
but with no success,
lose every grain.
Recognising a smell
that triggers a memory
to a time in your life
you remember well.
After several years
of not seeing a friend
They enter your thoughts,
then suddenly appear.
Your last breath is near
and you’re about to die.
A twist of fate ensured
you had nothing to fear.
A life changing happening
that unexplainably overwhelms,
you body and soul,
with a euphoric feeling.
poem by Orlando Belo
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