heartquake

...an unmistakable scent
is breathing my thought
right from the first sing
of a flamboyant rooster;
it is autumn's copper win-o
in an aired fruity honey tint
winded in smoky pastrami,
lurking slyly at my window;
gifted by a heartquake,
my eyes got wide open
and my mouth salivated
in childhood memories;
instantly seduced, i'm urged
to take a walk to the fair,
to savor the season's treats
and do a new, indelible day;
inviting, life plays with me,
feeding myself with p'tit joys
to chase away daily issues
into nowhere, into no mean;

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