Scents of Memories

A breeze drifts by with a hint of rain, And suddenly I’m there again, A childhood laugh, a mother’s song, The scent of safety all along.

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Lavender fields on summer’s skin, Old pages where the past begins. A pinewood trail, a kitchen flame, each scent recalls a sacred name.

The jasmine blooms at midnight’s call, Perfume that lingered in the hall. A scarf that held a lover’s trace still warms the coldest, silent space.

Through scent, the heart begins to roam, to every place it once called home. A soul’s perfume, not lost but sown. In breath, in time, we are not alone.

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