Serenity
I seek morning freshness
to awake remembrance
of scented flowers of my childhood
when days were sweet and
time was not stolen
in searching for forgotten wisdom.
If my soul fall asleep and
my world perishes,
still will be scented flowers to
remind me of eternal beauty where
innocence flourished.
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