How many of us are able to distinguish between the odours of noon and midnight, or of winter and summer, or of a windy spell and a still one? If man is so generally less happy in the cities than in the country, it is because all these variations and nuances of sight and smell and sound are less clearly marked and lost in the general monotony of gray walls and cement pavements.
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Wonderful.
The noon smell!
Life.
Action.
Inpatients.
The smell of action,
the smell of reaction,
the smell of hurry,
the smell of worry.
The smell of millions of people
all trying to get to the exact spot
of millions of people
all trying to get to the exact spot
of millions of people.
The world has no patience
The world has no pause
The world has no acceptance
The world will not accept 'Just because'
Midnight
The sent shifts
From exhaust and dust
to the lingering drifts
of the returning scent of the trees
The tell tale arrival of rain.
The smells that make us ask please,
don't let noon return once again.
Let the quiet oders drift
endlessly through the quiet night
Leave the masses at home
one more leisurely Sunday.
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