The Flowing Scent (poem)
What special scent is flowing through my dreams
To tantalize my heart and claim my soul
With promises refreshing wonder’s streams
And all I ever wanted to console
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Its satin veils so gently stroke my mind
With feelings fashioned memories ago
And with their kiss are melodies entwined
One wonders did such blossoms really grow
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And even in my dreams I stumble still
By questioning the moments of it all
What purpose could a splendor’s answer fill
Would knowing help enrich enchantment’s call
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What special scent in dreams is flowing through
Upon a pillow sharing kiss with you