Sensory Emotion Poem

Peeta

Joyful is yellow.

And it tastes like sweet , cookies from the bakery.

It smells of fresh sourdough bread right out of the oven.

And it feels like a warm blanket sitting by the fire on a cold winter day.

Sounds like a soft comforting voice.

Looks like a young innocent boy.

joy is hope for the doubtful tributes.

by Ryan N

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