The Scents of Youth
Modern cities have grown out of bounds,
devouring the vast expanses of virgin soil.
Living in a concrete jungle, our avant-garde creation,
an uprooted tree, I feel suffocated within,
and wish I could go back to where I used to be.
I remember the green hamlet of my youth,
the memory hangs like a framed picture on my mind.
I can still smell the fragrance of jasmine in the spring air,
enticing me as I chased the butterflies in verdant vale,
on the aromatic trail of the evaporating morning dew.
In the scorching summer when the first rains fell,
the parched soil exhaled the scent of the earth,
embracing me with the odorous arms of nature.
Preserved within me the scent still wafts, taking me
to my youth with the first shower of summer.
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March 23, 2021
Contest : Favorite Scent(s)
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
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