Carpe Diem Time Machine # 8 Perfume
after the spring rains
the smell of earth in my hands
bruised mint wafting
~~~
sweet honeysuckle
drenching the air
on a humid night
~~~
the faint aroma
of the locus tree blossoms
perfumes the breeze
Carpe Diem Time Machine # 8 Perfume
after the spring rains
the smell of earth in my hands
bruised mint wafting
~~~
sweet honeysuckle
drenching the air
on a humid night
~~~
the faint aroma
of the locus tree blossoms
perfumes the breeze
Adas Poetry Alcove 
April 18, 2015 at 10:20 am
lovely perfumed words here 🙂
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April 18, 2015 at 9:00 pm
Thank you, Sumana glad you like them.
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April 20, 2015 at 6:24 pm
Ah all those wonderful perfumes … I can smell them ….
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April 20, 2015 at 8:24 pm
Glad you are enjoying the aroma!
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