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.