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Wandering Fragrance

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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


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