Smell of sprouts......

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I can smell it now...
I can smell seeds that sprout inside...
I can sniff like Sherlock to reach a crisp story..
I can smell like the fish smell water...
And Hyena smell some blood...
I have started smelling my tune as
The guitar smell tiny fingers...
I can now smell the color of my rainbow dreams  and paint it with my breath...
I smell the wings of that rainbow like the earth smell the first shower in a moonclad night....

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