A scent it is... ☕

 




A scent it is

For years, it lingers... 


 The freshly mowed grass fills the air, 

 Yet the mind recalls a distant green


 The rain drizzles the night over

 Yet the heart drowns in another rain


 The body dances in ethereal pleasure

 Yet the soul relishes in another delicacy. 


A scent it is

For years , it unravels the numbness of a death


It is the last sense that may feel a presence

Yet know the depth of that absence


It is the light of a bizare hope

Yet the weight of a reality


It is the abode of living bonds

Yet is a reminiscence of decay


A scent it is

For years, it sits in a moment


A forgotten breath

Yet the air that lingers


An ache to hold

Yet a touch to that bruise


A voice that echoes

Yet the footsteps fall still


At last a scent it is

For years, it gathered essence


An artist's last vision

Yet the end of a muse


A poet's last line

Yet the beginning of another poem


A creator's last brick

Yet the making of a universe.


~@anu__anil

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