The Scent of Life
The scent of life is present in small things
That we may never see or hear,
Discover or fear…
The scent of life is a long last chance provided
To us for free, yet many times it costs us a fortune
The scent of life is a journey, not a walk through
It is a continuous pass way to the multiple obstacles we face
And which guide us to be strong when we reach our end.
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