Fragrance Of Love Poem by M. Asim Nehal
Fragrance Of Love
I wonder, where the nice fragrance of love is gone,
The one that spilled from the crimson flower of life.
While I collect the broken glass of the past,
The memory icicles In the inner dome of my mind.
Memory stands like a scarecrow, In the middle of my path,
To divert me from dreams to the realities of the present,
As I walked past the doors of an empty heart,
To collect the fallen leaves of time, I find the fragrance of love.
A gem of a poem that's soft, subtle and gentle. A lovely read.
Wonderful ending: n As I walked past the doors of an empty heart, To collect the fallen leaves of time, I find the fragrance of love.
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5/20/2024 9:19:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A tremendous lovely tribute to the Fragrance of Love, loveliest detailed with autumnal attributes, Golden words are celebrating here in a way leading to give Love its fragrance back