The smell which attracts my soul,
Like a sea towards the shore,
In summer,
It reminds me of the 1st rain of the year,
The mist of the sphere,
Reminds me the wildness of the forest,
In the middle of the city,
It reminds me of the pearl deep down the ocean,
In the middle of the desert,
I find peace,
Calm down it's just the fear,
Let's come on the last page of the year,
Reminds me my every year,
The smell of dead roses,
The smell of your note book you write,
The smell of your old novels,
Unread, or left with the fear,
It's like a dream with all sence,
Awake with no sences,
Dead roses reminds of those memories,
And that rose you give me creat memories,
Oh your perfume,
Made with the dew of your tears,
Made with the amber of your love,
You can get it only at the end of the moon...
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.RHYTHM OF SOUL.
PoetryYour words always don't speak what you wanna express Your expression not always supports you Your heart not always beats for you Your desire cannot always burn as fire Your soul is not gonna always be with you Even your shadow leaves you in dark t...
