Bouquet

I smell your presence from afar
Even in dreams, wherever I go you are with me
and your pleasant smile brings me nostalgia.
Am I a pilgrim or a wayfarer?
This unending journey I stopped for a while.
Then you came like a song; whisper to my soul.
I hear beyond the hills and the flowers you offered
I protect as a keep-sake and I step further into the loneliness.

To the poet Nick.Percowycz & some certain personnel I missed them on this journey.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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