I welcome the cold freeze on my skin, it keeps me safe!
Yet I lust longingly for Warmth of the Sun!
For relief from the drear of my long lonely nights.
The warm breeze reminds me of love.
The Jasmine and Lupine gently increase my desire.
I've suppressed my longing for this sacred scent.
All below me, 100 generations touch my heart.
And teach stillness and contentment in the now.
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amethyste (
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A great metaphor for love in the scents mentioned. A most well written poem so much more cultured and sophisticated that the typical love poem a fave
Thank you. This is a collaboration with my friend Jim musics.
Lovely!!!
Thank you. 🙂
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