A smell, A smelllasts forever on the tip of your nose like maple trees or pine
A look in the eye that pierced a heart burns an image in your retina
Can capture A soul if you let A
A touch, a touch can take an want forgotten time to relive in the blood of the vine
A sound, a sound can make you feel calm
Or like raging nalpam bombs
A place, a place you don't forget the face
Engraved into your souls disgrace
A name, a name that used to bring honor
Now he should be locked forever like a goner
A name, a place, a look,a smell a sound,
Brought back in reverse turn around
They can all happen all in one shot
Find peace lay in harmonies caught
Even in one single little thing such as thought, thought . . .
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The Colour Purple *Viewer Discretion*
PoetryThe Title Awareness on a variety of subjects including endangerd animals, mental health,homelessness,drugs and related issues along with a variety of diseases that have effected me or have taken time to think on the subject matter I'm not a doctor...
