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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=424060" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The air tells a thousand stories</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=424060" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">in the mind are mechanics<br>that trigger a burst of delight<br>when hit by scents of spring blooms<br>in the air are pockets of varied odours<br>from homo sapiens coded with their<br>latest adventures, condition<br>as distinct as fingerprints<br>and the rainbow gently<br>precipitated by a drizzle<br>in the street are clusters of sweetness, <br>joy, wonder, pessimism, optimism <br>and a whole spectrum of experiences<br>from the city's residents<br>if your nostrils are sensitive <br>enough to pick them up<br>the human body emits odour<br>like how feelings work on<br>muscles of the human face<br>estacy induces estatic odour<br>joy - joyful odour<br>and gloom - depressed odour<br>this works down to our roots<br>indians have indian odour<br>chinese chinese odour<br>and americans, american odour<br>those into mysticism will know<br>even that God has his odour<br>the devil his own<br>and ghosts, ghastly odour<br>one noon in a hotel room in Kota Baru<br>my nose picked up a scent<br>that reminded me of the Most High<br>because of the sacredness <br>it evoked in me i reckoned <br>that it could only be God<br>who gave us each a nose<br>to sniff out his presence!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a></strong></div>