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Wandering Fragrance


Wandering in the woods, I stumbled upon a twig

Picked it up and brought it near my ears

It whispered something very obscure

-seemed like a moan of a torn heart

Listening to it carefully, it sounded coherent

it was a rattling deep and mystical groan

A cry stifled by the immense fall of the past,

through the damp and desiccated cluster of foliage

Rousing from the woolgathering, a sandal-sprig

played a melody, its straying redolence

gradually ascending through my conscious mind

as if abruptly the roots I had abandoned,

cried to me-the memories I had lost with my childhood

and I stopped, bruised by the wandering fragrance


Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on May 16, 2019:

Wonderful verse.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on May 16, 2019:

A pleasant and enjoyable poem to read. Thank you for sharing.

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