When gone
I wonder if I can
When am dead
And long gone
Remember
The smell
Of roses in morning
Same feeling I get now
Of seeing jasmine
The talk of first drop of the rain
In mouth of scorched land, on clay
Or chill-guest that comes with
The breeze of mountain after rain
Or the beach when waves roar with sea shell
Carrying the smell of sea depth
Or my hand right after letting go of live fish
Even your, my body sweat-wet after sex
Or baby smiling
After fed with the rich mother's milk
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