O,stranger

O,stranger short poem

Photo by l a n g g i

How dark and deep
The wrinkles on your visage?
O,Stranger?
and how fresh?
Gentle the strokes of Master Painter!
Come ,under those very shades
Let us chat in friendly togetherness.
Every Memory is a fragrance,
Fills voids,Stirs emotions and Swings moods…
Every Fragrance beckons a Memory,
pervades silence,permeates gloom and percolates into the depths of heart…

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