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Fragrance imbedded in my mind
Fragrance of a very special kind
Like parfume of the cherry blossoms
Rising up to heaven.
Walking through the streets
memories of you and me
connected with this fragrance
Bringing everything back to life
Pleasure, pain and delight.
All feelings
like imbedded fragrance
Stay forever in the mind.
How I loved your fragrance.

Fragrance can bring you back instantly to long forgotten places. Memories of love ones.
Ignited incense
Sandalwood fragrance lingered
Two doves flew up, free

Kyle Feb 5
Pain from thorns;
Fragrance from flowers;
Storm that troubles;
Fairweather that comes;
That's how life goes.
Beauty of nature
Everything in harmony
The blossom can’t wait
to become a flower
To show her colors
To attract the bees 🐝

Beauty of nature, everything in harmony as was meant to be.
Deovrat Sharma Oct 2020
Love is
like perfume
it's fragrance will
definitely scatter.

if there is a
bird on a tree
definitely it will chatter.

if the spark
exists in ashes
a day surely come
when it become raging fire.

Every human being
is full of emotions so
actualization of relationship
must be kept alive without spatter.

© deovrat 18.10.2020
Idklove Oct 2020
Come with me
Let's explore
And reminiscence 
Our times 
When we fall in love every time
With each other
Under the sheets we build 
Our castle of love 
And river of lust 
Just the perfect view of us
Under the moonlight
Surrounded by the stars
We kiss like no one is there 
Only you and me 
And our fragrance of breath
Spriha Kant Oct 2020
For concealing myself from the wicked eyes of melancholy , I tightly hug reverie and melt into its fragrance on intertwining with it as a twinkling soul.
Michael R Burch Sep 2020
Day, and Night
by Michael R. Burch

The moon exposes pockmarked scars of craters;
her visage, veiled by willows, palely looms.
And we who rise each day to grind a living,
dream each scented night of such perfumes
as drew us to the window, to the moonlight,
when all the earth was steeped in cobalt blue―
an eerie vase of achromatic flowers
bled silver by pale starlight, losing hue.

The night begins her waltz to waiting sunrise―
adagio, the music she now hears;
and we who in the sunlight slave for succor,
dreaming, seek communion with the spheres.
And all around the night is in crescendo,
and everywhere the stars’ bright legions form,
and here we hear the sweet incriminations
of lovers we had once to keep us warm.

And also here we find, like bled carnations,
red lips that whitened, kisses drawn to lies,
that touched us once with fierce incantations
and taught us love was prettier than wise.

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Riverfront path, lined with trees
The Temple, fresh flowers and incense
Peculiar the fragrance
Sound of Incantations and ringing bells
From a different time
Distant, yet so closely familiar
The memory of this place
Thoughts that begins in her head
like  sparkle light clouds of her imaginary sky....
white Grass flowers are meant to die soon!
But nevertheless, they want to live like other flowers ;
Want to experience the sound of the whole weekend...
Love to make bridge like other's fragrance
But she stopped her thoughts and took leave like forever..!
Hidden lost thoughts
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