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.
A strong though sad poem for a beloved! You're mighty talented! I'm hooked on your poetry!
A beautiful evocation of a loved one. Happy memories and sad entwined.
very deep insightful poem.......loved the expressions and your style too.lovely really
this gave me goosebumps and even gathered a solitary tear... very rarely happens... bravo... extremely beautiful..tyvm karen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The concept is wide, the words are mild, even the poet is in deep revered emotion, stark. I love it!