Tuesday, September 15, 2009

* FRAGRANCE *

My new poem:

* FRAGRANCE * 

When roses are red, all turn back
When it blacks, all turn away
Is it red that attracts?
or is fragrance that attracts?

A rose is a rose, red or ugly
The attraction is not the body
The soul that lies beneath,
The soul that differntiates death.

Fragrance is all felt with body,
long forgot it should be felt with soul.
Fragrance is not temporal,
it is the way to salvation.

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