Scent

A hint of history
time’s union
wafting
a lovely
steam dance
a lonely echo
entrenches
the heart thuds
to the floor
the dark past
envelops
memory’s curse –
I am stranded
at day one
again.

Jolly Alexander

Jolly Alexander loves to read and write. She is a published poet. She is a member of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators. She loves to connect with people on social media.

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