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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 13, 2022 21:33:27 GMT -6
Her Rose Hips
A most beautiful scent suffused me on a bus ride to Shangri la. A lady in Hijab heaven sat in a lovely spot Just in front of my seat. Hair in scarf but face open to the world. She was a garden of perfume Whose scent smelled powerfully of roses. Gorgeous and strong As the aroma of The hanging gardens of Babylon But with a Southern Gothic fragrance Whose bouquet is the floral nape Of a misty eyed enchantress
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2022 0:36:08 GMT -6
Love how your writes literally touch all of our senses John You have always had a unique talent with touching us in every way through your words. This has me reflect on my first girlfriend Pam...the perfume she always wore, how it always got to me and I guess that just kind of has a way of staying with you forever, eh? Since I bring it up now, still. I will never forget the lovely, addictive smell of her perfume, what it did to me and I think you totally get where I am coming from with saying that too Enjoyed this very much. I totally get what you mean with this poem.
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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 15, 2022 10:01:32 GMT -6
Michael, you really did get where was coming from with this poem. And your experience with your girlfriend Pam's perfume matches perfectly what this poem is about. I thank you for sharing Pam's fragrance and where it took you.
John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Aug 15, 2022 21:48:02 GMT -6
Fragrance can surely be intoxicating. Lovey poem.
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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 15, 2022 21:59:56 GMT -6
Thanks so much, Foxy. Indeed her fragrance was compelling.
Xo John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Aug 16, 2022 11:26:45 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 16, 2022 12:24:48 GMT -6
Love your tag here my friend. The perfect perfume bottle.
Xo John
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