The Wander

The air chaste and vistas pristine,
in a kind of make believe

Nearly same, not much dissimilar to,
what often I would perceive

Unspoken when can be heard aloud
and untouched distinctly felt

Where veiled is vividly visible
even unscented noticeably smelt

Farewells devoid of sorrow
while meet ups full of exultant joy

It all seemed a bit amusing
to watch each to the brim enjoy

poem by Sunny Chopra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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