Scents And Memory
J
john tiong chunghoo
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you leave behind a scent
that trails the sky
my nose has cast
a net that succeeds
to catch all things yours
you have joined the earth
and are now only bones
but your scents, your breath
lingers, trails the entire ground
and my heart that grows fonder
with each passing breeze
the roses bow and bow
in agreement to both of our meet
so many images caught
in this mess of net
flying from scents, earth and bones
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