Spring

The smell of flowers 

The warm, soft air 

All these sent's, with all these powers 

All these pleasures they cannot share 

All the things they can't be ours 

And how they do not care

Reviews

[maria ( rose)]

I like where you are going with this poem but I think you meant to use the word sense instead of sent's.
Great Job Takoda look forward to reading more..
-maria rose