Memories of Soft Scent

That glistens while the strong wind blows

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.




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