Somewhere Faraway

Down narrow footpaths,

ruffled feathered birds

leave behind flint

covered trails

and brushwood,

they choose to

venture for a time

inquisitive desires

bathed like mine.

I'm coaxed by those

improvised cobbles,

harking back –

antiquated in time,

the old curisosity shop

that never appologizes

for its musty silence,

but for the ringing bell

passing over threshold,

where objects

of obscurity

are positioned

complimenting

past reverie,

eager eyes studying a while,

comforted by some faint

heady lavender fragrance,

to kiss dreams of some

faraway place in memory.

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