SureShort 17

I’ve been running behind
The wild wind
Its been a chase
I look for your fragrance
In the dried up petals
Pressed between the pages
Of my unused diaries
And when wind from below
The southern hemisphere knocks
Cracks, through my wooden doors
I’ll know its going to be
A sweet reminder
Of where to look
After I’m tired of searching
For home.

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