The Dance Within the Scent: Poetry

Sometimes words
are disjointed,
limbs without a body
that wrap themselves
around us in
a circle of inanity
~
Isn't it something
that after all this time,
the form you don't
wish to take
is the one that fits
you best?
~
The realization of
mortality is
also the same
moment you 
realize that you've
never truly lived.
~
The summation
of a person
can only be found by
walking in their shoes.
~
I remember you,
the stranger standing
by the tree,
your silence strong
and fragrant
But do you 
remember me?
I'm the dance
within the scent...

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