fallen
Thoughts hieghten
Minds eye view
As that that has
Been returns to be seen
Floats past the nose
Nostrils flare and breathe
A wind tunnel of familar
Scents inhaled to
Disturb the vauge
Recolection of things
That have been
Thoughts and memories
Already seen smells
A trigger of the
Past to remember
fin.
Janine Boon
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