The Speed of Scent

Sitting on back packers street in Ho Chi Minh city taking in the sites, sounds, and smells; the strong scent of dried squid of a passing hawker inspired me to come up with a poem of sorts. It goes something like this;

Like sound and light to hearing and sight, at the speed of air so scent makes its mighty flight.

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