Poetry inspired by the perfume New York Intense by Nicolai Parfumer Creatuer.
Strangers…. I’m lost in a sea of strangers….
Came searching to find, but what will I find?
It’s New York, the city that never sleeps.
Your intensity – Exhilarating.
Tell me, New York, what secrets do you keep?
Woven between hustling and bustle-ing.
Always somewhere to go – the streets parade
To the vast, quiet refuge in your heart.
The citrus-sun finds a therapeutic shade
By the mossy-oak trees of Central Park.
On a quiet bench, where no one knows you,
To discover if you even know you.