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Flying Fragrance!
Soft they be to the touch,
Soothing they be to my heart,
Never leave me in the dark,
Lifting me up like the wingless lark.
Drying my hot tears,
Absorbing my deepest pains,
They caress my scorched soul,
Not a trace of hurt thus remains.
Me being a lone traveler,
None like a merry reveller,
Imagine the way so twisted as a map,
Finding myself entangled in the trap.
Like a soothing breeze they come,
Mellow as sunshine taking me home,
Like heavenly streams woven high and low,
Heather and hearth seem lovely now.
Wide and puffed my nostrils inhale,
Sweet fragrances among many a stale,
Granted by God are the quenching showers,
A wonder of nature are beautiful flowers.
#BloomingFables
© Tilott90
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