My mother's scent was so sweet,
Like fresh berries,
an alluring treat,
Her hugs provided comfort and confidence,
With love, care and abundance,
Her body odor made me cozy, around her I felt like I am a little drowsy,
I knew, she never wore any perfume,
But for me, she always smelled like a flower, freshly bloom,
Her scent was rare and for me,
it was like breathing air,
Though she is no more around me
But her scent is still there,
inside me.
For my mother ❤️
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Maya's Madness
PoetryYea, I am a romantic soul but to me, romance is not associated with any person, rather it's a feeling which surges into me after watching at the stars, moon, sun and the butterflies... My poetry is my way to express my emotions... Whether I feel sa...
