The day had grown <br />and a wicked night <br />in the darkness of his eyes <br />had stained his life. <br /> <br />He wore his uniform, <br />his cane white, <br />the starts were bright <br />but he was gazing at the void. <br /> <br />Through sounds he could <br />sense the streets. <br />With smell he was seeking <br />a woman’s figure. <br /> <br />He could not remember her, <br />he didn’t know if she was alive, <br />but it was her scent <br />that guided him to her.<br /><br />Niko Tiliopoulos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scent-of-a-woman/
