If delight was a color,
it would be white,
as pale as a writer in Starbucks.
If delight was a taste,
it would be just like the creamiest milkshake.
If it was a feeling,
it would be smooth as a certain organelle.
If delight was a smell,
it would be in my Febreze can.
If delight was a sound,
it would be as beautifully staccato
as melodically tapped keys.
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