I remember the day
you walked close to me.
My hands dropped down
shook to hug.
So, didn't.
My head on left of your chest.
Eyes closed but could gawp
your heart.
The fragrance that your sweater had
embraced.
Manly but soft.
Beer but flowers.
All together
an Original smell.
Here, still lives
when I kiss the grave.
Written :- 1 dec 2017
Morning
It's from my another book.
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Night and Day (Poetry)
RandomWhat's Night and Day? Its just, Sky changing its Colour....
