Poem: I asked the little boy who cannot see

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 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 



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