Poem -
SYNAETHESIA
Sunday sounds like solitude
Monday is mauve with attitude
Tuesday feels like an orange oasis
Wednesday tastes like red blushing faces
Thursday I see an orchestra of colour
Friday smells like that of no other
Saturday's sixth sense..... SYNAESTHESIA!
Every day.... an additional experience!
Muddled senses?
.... or the mind of a genius?
Carey Milton ©
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Good write, thoughtful, My vote
Regards
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Bless you x
Carey sweetheart, I'm with you on the Friday smell like that of no other, Sundays solitude, most sleep in, not in this house haha, kids are always up early, fabulous artwork of coiling colours, excellent write sweetie pie, totally relatable, much love to you princess, nardine xoxo