The Scent of Memories

there's a certain scent brought about by the rain,
one that fills both the senses and the mind.
like a sorely missed old friend saying hello,
it came to me with an inkling that is unexpected.

as i looked across my window to the almost misty night,
i saw the familiar face of nostalgia smiling.
it whispered stories that i can barely remember,
stories that i rarely hear, those that make me young again.

while i listened to a language not formed of words,
my body began to remember and my mind started to linger,
for those times already lost but are never forgotten.
how i long for this storytelling to go on without end.

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created:
2014-05-19 11:22PM
@hougang, sg

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