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Scent Of Wild FlowersScent of wild flowers Looms in the air, It's the middle of winter It's makes my senses aware. It reminds me of my childhood A fragrance I remember, But, how can I smell them Through the dead of winter? The air blew Just the right way, Hoping spring will arrive soon Enjoying the scent of wild flowers, today. Copyright Cynthia Jones Feb.10/2006 Strange as it may seem, I could smell the sweetness of wild flowers today. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Send Feedback/Comments
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