There's a flower,
That brings you to mind,
A delicate fragrance it diffuses,
Into the crisp, quiet night.
Such instances are rare,
Yet, on that particular night,
The scent wafted through the front yard,
Dancing with the cool breeze,
Caressing my skin,
Tickling my senses,
Soothing my thoughts,
Easing my headache.
This flower, I yearn for,
Just as I yearn for you,
Its sweet, gentle aroma,
Evokes memories of your presence.
Now, your face is etched in my mind,
Triggered every time I catch its scent,
Even from meters away.
Indeed,
It may seem absurd,
Meters away, yet I can sense it's you,
Meters away, yet I recognize your voice.
You're merely meters away,
Yet, as long as you're within my sight,
You have the power to soothe my tumultuous emotions,
To command my undivided attention.
It piques my curiosity,
How is it so effortless when it comes to you?
How can you influence me so profoundly?
Yet, why do I remain rooted,
While you're so far,
From where I stand?
Perhaps,
Because I understand,
That what is meant to be, will be.
—ancn.
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Whispering Winds: A Stargazer's Silent Symphony
PoetryThis is an original collection of poems written by me with only one inspiration. This is an untitled poem. I made it so for it is a series of poem that describes one person and if I could ever put a title in every chapter of poems, his name would be...
