Sight-Blurred
Smell-Rotten
Hearing-Piercing
Touch-Sharp
Taste-Foul
The deafening sound of my alarm pierces through my ears, making sure that I can’t hear anymore.
The towering mountains, painted in snow, pierce the sky with their sharp peaks, growing so great as if there was no barrier.
Strangers walk past the park, glancing and gasping at the beautiful, colourful and powerful plants and bushes as they go on with their day.
The plummeting water falls off of the ledge, slapping the floor with all it’s might.
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