Memories of Soft Scent

That glistens while the strong wind blows

Karin
Feb 2, 2024
Photo by petr sidorov on Unsplash

The smell of air

That gradually becomes lavender perfume,

Which I used to dislike,

I learned our life is like this perfume,

Which is pure scent,

That washes away

Our memories to become a softer

Softer person.

Apologizing the needs of themselves,

And making life in cruelity.

Yet, that’s smell within ourselves

That makes us wonder,

As a customer,

As a seller,

And so on,

The wonder if we were to our ourselves

In differ spots and places.

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Karin

just a flower full of wonders. Trying to self - resolution for my boredom