When the straight road bent

It looked like a straight road.
The only thing leading the way
Was the tip of the nose.

The walk seemed simple.
The road looked like a waterfall
Promising to sweep everything along with it.

The wind smelt of wild flowers.
It engulfed everything into it
And left its traces in the hair.

Only this scent remained entangled.
When the road took a turn
And there was nothing but the nose to misguide.