Scent of a memory

A perfume walks by,
Encased in a human,
Reminding me of child-
Hood, teasing tendrils of
Memories, wrapped in emotion,
Of easy thoughts, and innocence,
Before being blasted away by
Pressure, dropping into the
Daily buzz of busy bees,
Work takes over, the
Scent fades away
Another dreamy
Memory tucked
To bed, until
Next time.

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