The delightful scent of familiarity.
Or is it a perception of normality being viewed?
Or is it an affinity to any one place grown within?
Dirt dusting the asphalt,
Scattered showers of salt from the rivers,
Endless meadows and mountains of green.
Traces of people infiltrating all,
Murmurs of laughter and spoken word,
Distant whirring of farm animals enjoying Earth's crops.
I'm not sure what home smells like,
I am not acquired in that field,
Yet it feels like the city and landscape is my home.
The sense of belonging,
To any one place,
To any one person.
In this life time,
Could I really identify,
My true scent of familiarity towards this world?
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