"surrouding" poems
the smell of hyacinths is like
hearing bees surrouding you
with there little furry bodies
it's like
feeling the sunshine on your back
while reading your favourite novel
it's the
taste of cold ice
that melts in your mouth and drips of your waffle
it's the
sweet honey
that you put on your toast every morning
the smell of hyacinths is the feeling of summer
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 5:19 PM UTC