Scents And Memory

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

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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