Where Did The Cardamon Go
Now on my looking back,
I can see us both
looking forward and up ..
Perhaps toward
our uncertain yet still,
compelling futures,
albeit often and through
half-closed eyes but
always smiling though
and of course, invariably
smelling of freedom,
fresh spun cotton and cloves ..

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I really relate to it,where did the cardmon go,sometimes we make plans with people love the next minute we realise we walked tha path alone
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