fragrances are always deceptive
traveling over spaces
and marching over time
i know she wasn't around
how could she in that din,
in that traffic,
soot and smoke,
dust and grime
how could she
ever be there
but ask my senses
it was her ,it was her
with a gush of wind
with a whiff of air
with a draught from the sea
her fragrance came
and entered my being
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