The Frangipani
A subtle sweet smell
Rises up, hits the nose
Excites the senses
Causes pretty thoughts
In a lost stormy head
As it rises, floats through the air
Magical destiny's and adventures
Are dreamt
Aromas of sweet freedom
New life comes
As you curiously watch
Take in the glory
It calms yet inspires
The common the best
But the extreme are extraordinary
My choice hot pink
The Frangipani
Copyright © Cindy Fairey | Year Posted 2007
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