Sight Sound
Sight
Cherry blossoms fall,
Soft petals kiss the still pond—
Spring’s gentle embrace.
Sound
Whispering pines hum,
A distant owl calls at dusk—
Nature’s lullaby.
Taste
Bitter green tea sips,
Lingering warmth on the tongue—
Zen in every drop.
Touch
Silk kimono glides,
Cool breeze against warm skin—
Sensual delight.
Smell
Sweet plum incense burns,
Fragrant trails in temple air—
Memory’s perfume.
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