Wandering
The fragrances of the past,
deeply disturb my unconsciousness
as they violently posses my memory
wiping all clean present and future.
As I wander pointless,
in search of all sorts of exoticism,
I miss the scent of her
that has passed thousands of times,
in front of my eyes.
Copyright © Ilir Kalemaj | Year Posted 2016
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