There is a scent,
A very strong, poignant scent
Of our glory days, a scent of
Your white shiny skin on mine;
A scent of the laughs and
The gazes we shared, and the
Six strings that lie on a corner.
There is a scent,
A very strong, beguiling scent
Of your gushing wisdom words
And of your coy melodies,
A scent of your gawks for my monkeyshines,
The rolling wheels and the road beneath
That would take us to places unseen.
There is a scent,
A very strong, dismal scent
Of your ignorant gait, a scent of
Your silence, the dead quirks
And the days bereaving me of you.
There remains nothing but a scent of you.
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Incandescent Nightfall
PoezieThe night closes in, darkness awaits me...but there is light somewhere i believe, waiting with its radiance to make me shine forever and after...i hope, i will endure, i wish i will live.
