Status:
In Progress |
Genre: Poetry |
House:
Booksie Classic
I do smell the aroma that's taking me out of myself
is in the air, in the wind, is in my nose
love that fragance impregnated into my skin
I do, I do relate, I cannot be mistaken
this is the road, alright!
this is the road that takes me to place of lust
there it is, the cafe standing on lonely road
if not it, probably is it,
no error, no mirage
cafe on the road.
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