The fragrance of memories

Posted on October 7, 2014



In moments of loneliness,

the dusk sets in,

and my shadow disappears in darkness…


I hear the noise of silence,

Inhale a sweet past fragrance..


No matter I am happy or sad, hurt or stress,

No matter my eyes are open

Or  they are teary and close,

a sly smile appears on a tired face

as some memories of past dance..

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