Old Scent of Love Poem
A cobwebby, antiquated and
moldy. Folded pages marked by
dried tears and pressed flower
from an unforgettable love from
former sweetheart.
A classical romance, aged and
lovingly kept in between the
layers and pages, with yellowish
color from pressed flower. A memory
of a deceitful stained sin heart, left
no traces in the midsts, except,
Old scent of love poetry book at times,
overwhelming the senses, the sweet
fragrance of staleness, haunting, the
old crispy pressed flowers, reminiscing
the nostalgic love, hanging in mid-air.
It tricks the sense of smell, mind
and heart, agreed that the old scent
of poetry, still swirling the fragrance
of a lost love, haunting a desolate
soul, still longing for him to return..
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