Sunday, October 16, 2005

Desert Rose

The smell of incense burning reminds me of home
The smell of wood reminds me of my child hood
The smell of fresh cut grass reminds me of my passion
The smell of flowers reminds me that I’m alive
The smell of fresh air reminds me that there’s still freedom
Just a whiff of her and my heart just melts

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