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She made scents to him
Hints of jasmine
Teases of moon-flower
Flutters of frangipani
Gentle wafts swirling
Over sun kissed skin
She was his four o’clock flower
He was her sea breeze lingering
On sandalwood trails
Strolling paths of patchouli
Whispers of mint melding
Grace is tending bar over at dVerse. We are writing poems about scents. I was pleasantly surprised after finishing this piece that it happened to be exactly 44 words. An accidental quadrille!
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