Xenization #AtoZChallenge #NaPoWriMo
Walking through the streets,
I smell the faint aroma of coffee,
Wafting through the air.
Walking through once familiar streets,
Which now feel new,
Like discovering a place,
All over again.
But then memories come,
Out of nowhere.
I try to look at the place,
With the eyes of a stranger,
But I walk with lingering memories,
For there’s a little story,
Or even a little thing,
That reminds me of you.
For the place may have changed,
But memories remain.
Xenization : fact of travelling as a stranger
Language : Old English (1818)
Origin : Greek
I’m participating in the A to Z Challenge and the National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). I’m trying to weave poems around unusual words or words from other languages that are just beautiful.
Wow learned another word! amazing!!