Sunday, 6 November 2011


Continental of vision

So to that of aroma

As wafting in the

Cold morning air

One can be forgiven

For thinking, you are now

In France, enjoying that

Continental theme.



Alas, all to soon

The realisation

As traffic in haste

Shouts and horns

All eager to find a space

In a make-shift car park

They always leave their trace.


Continental of vision

And so to, that of aroma

I remember you well

Thoughts flood back

Of enjoyment and taste

As the hurried life

Often passed me by.


Preobrazhenskii © 2011

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