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FRAGRANCE SPREADS MILES AWAY
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FRAGRANCE SPREADS MILES AWAY
Around the easy chair daisies are tipsy,
Dews slumbering on lily.
Beside the bicycle the dog is romping,
Petrel skims over the sea.
Woo..Fragrance spreads miles away.
Cat on the hearth-rug,
Lilac hiding in the mist.
Spreading miles away fragrance with joy.
Traveler in exile sighs for whom he may.
Laurel,moonlight,who plays lyre above the sky?
Whist woods,purring owls,lovers'meeting no one knows.
Don't you know,the seraphic two,
Nightingales keep tacit to secrete you!
Fragrance spreads miles away,
Over the moutain,fills vally.
Traveler in exile slipped away,
Silently,invisibly.
Traverse the desert,struggle in vain.
Great explorer,explore in vacuity.
Fragrance spreads miles away,
Touch the travelers heart and face.
He smiled for a split second,
Then turned away.
Once familiar now be strange.
Things like fragrance are left behind,
Lonely tough journey is ahead.
Around the easy chair daisies are tipsy,
Dews slumbering on lily.
Beside the bicycle the dog is romping,
Petrel skims over the sea.
Woo..Fragrance spreads miles away.
Cat on the hearth-rug,
Lilac hiding in the mist.
Spreading miles away fragrance with joy.
Traveler in exile sighs for whom he may.
Laurel,moonlight,who plays lyre above the sky?
Whist woods,purring owls,lovers'meeting no one knows.
Don't you know,the seraphic two,
Nightingales keep tacit to secrete you!
Fragrance spreads miles away,
Over the moutain,fills vally.
Traveler in exile slipped away,
Silently,invisibly.
Traverse the desert,struggle in vain.
Great explorer,explore in vacuity.
Fragrance spreads miles away,
Touch the travelers heart and face.
He smiled for a split second,
Then turned away.
Once familiar now be strange.
Things like fragrance are left behind,
Lonely tough journey is ahead.
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Post comment Comment (4 replies)
- Reply samscri
- I have to say that poem like this is way beyond my understanding...
...I don't know if I got the mood wrong...usually they first turned away...then smiled back...Did you get what I mean?...
- Reply Amaranthine
- samscri: I have to say that poem like this is way beyond my understanding...actually...no- -what turned away then smiled back?the mood? or something else?........I don't know if I got the mood wrong...usually they first turned away..
- Reply samscri
- The metaphor...or...the image...I mean...when a smell touches your heart, it usually recalls you of someone or inspire you of something...no matter what it is...it usually links to certain image or certain scene...It's just because of this, you couldn't help look around...And when you realised it's just your memory or illusion, you'd smile back to the original thing which recalled or inspired you at the first place...
...God, wish I made it clear......
- Reply Amaranthine
- samscri: The metaphor...or...the image...I mean...when a smell touches your heart, it usually recalls you of someone or inspire you of something...no matter whUh what you said is just the same as what a friend of mine once told me ...
