Senses Posted on February 29, 2020February 29, 2020 by wpadmin sight not born of eyes- I see every detail of the shape of your soul – winter morning- the smell of your pipe still lingers Posted in Age, Between, Cold, Concepts, Darkness, Distance, Dream, Emotions, Family, Happiness, Life, Sadness, Seasons, Smoke, Time, Winter and tagged Senses.