Where the wind blows
There goes the fragrance of the rose
Together with the wind
The fragrance becomes one.
The trees that swiftly caresses the wind
Together they hug the fragrance of the rose,
As they smell the rose’s breathe
They wish the fragrance remain with them to death.
Far and yonder beyond the hills that mounting high
The fragrance travel intertwined with the wind
Touching the tips of every plants along the way
While gently, brushing the animals across the plains.
Days that pass by leave the moments of joyous feelings
Remarkably soothing is the waft of this fragrance
Forever shall remain enshrined within the mine of my mind
To be welcomed with garlands colorful adorning the fragrance
because the fragrance that spread across the world is the friendship
that stitches the souls to become one in togetherness.
(Specially dedicated for my wonderful and colorful friend, Mary Das of Johor Baru, Malaysia.)
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Thank you so much my dear friend. This is very special to me. Thank you again. Love you my friend. God Bless.
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