The Tourist Poem by Elizabeth Leung
The Tourist
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what are memories made of
are they like the swirls of smoke
created from a single lit cigarette
tossing freely upwards
and then vanishing before you realise
and when you are so caught up in
the new pretty spirals
captivating your soul
as you give a wistful sigh
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: devotion,life,love,memories
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5/3/2024 6:35:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the title. Memories are ethereal and in visiting them, we are tourists. Great poem. Thanks for sharing