Scents.
Elder
flowers and crimson roses,
Send
the scent, bound for noses.
I
watch a line of yellow posies,
Beneath
a shade the puppy dozes.
Could
this be what our heart supposes,
Swaying
poppies from wind that blowses?
Pushing
out fragrance nature discloses,
Parting
the sea of scent like Moses.
Learning
ways to enjoy this scent,
And
create a bounty without detrement.
Where
paradise is known and meant,
From
essences her beauty truly sent.
We
take a sight that costs no rent,
And
breathe the joy her wonders vent.
Acknowledging
the aromas of all she lent,
Where
we savour the scent of agreement...
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