10 July 2012
I have a condition That's rarer than you think It's named synaesthesia That's how it's spelled I think!
It literally means that Your senses can be muddled But it's a magical world No need to get befuddled.
I see days and months As colours and shapes Numbers also form images Although the higher ones escape!
For others who live With this extra gift There are other beautiful senses Through which they can sift
Some hear music, And tones with words Others taste flavours Or smell odours unheard
For those who don't have it This is a peek For those who are 'gifted' We are 'extra' unique!
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