Poem: I asked the little boy who cannot see
This is a poem inspired by a poem I read in my English textbook, "I asked the little boy who cannot see" the title is same, however I created a version for myself. Honestly, it was not easy to mold, and it did took me several editing attempts to even it out, I still think it could've been better, but I couldn't edit it anymore at the same point :\ (I'm genuinely convinced that I'm slopping down on poetry). One thing I like about it is the unintended whimsical effect, every time I red it I think I can imagine the descriptions, do let me know what you thought about it: I asked the little boy who cannot see What do seasons feel like to thee Winter is like a long-kept secret Whispers of wet wood and crackle of bonfire Spring s like a hug from a distant friend That's long-awaited yet evergreen Sumer is always the taste of honey A loyal wooden swing, and scent of the seas Autumn, well its like a bygone era Songs of the past that smell very young