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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