Concrete abstract poem : “Doubt”

Doubt sounds like a hammer hit on the ground hardly.
Tastes like the most bitter medicine, which harmed all part of the heart.
Smells like the strong smoke in the exploding volcano.
Touch like a board of cold nails.
Also looks like a door shut all the emotions out of the world permanently.


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