Eau de Cologne

Here she comes like an athlete.
She missed the train and sat on the bench next to him.
He sniffs a rare delicate smell and she smiled.
The next train came in time and she got in.
She evaporated saying him bye!
Still he feels that babyish smell at the edge of his nostril.
And this aged man flown to his childhood.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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