Literature
Life-living
Life/living
I do not smell the Rose for it's fragrence, nor feel the prick of its tohrn,
I do not feel the wind for it's cooling brezz nor it's bringing of stench,
I do not see the sun for it's glint nor feel the heat from it's warmth,
I do not view the moon for it's darkness nor for it's brilance at dusk.
I do not feel the cold of Ice, nor the refreshing comfort of it's tast,
I do not feel the angst of live, but yet I live in angst...