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my mind slips past
the sentries
that guard your home
and stealthily
climbs the wall
on which
your window
lies embe dded
and grabs a fistful
of breeze
laden with your scent
exiting your window.
my mind
does not
give in
to the temptation
to take a whiff
but comes
back to me
with clenched fists
that hold
your aroma
and my senses...
- ©Vinod