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Wind Bottled Perfume
Winds of honest scented
insistence glided my wings
through life’s many dramas.
Raw breezes fragrantly
touched my unsure skin
with soothing perfumes
promising my faith was
not errantly consumed.
I thought, go until I had it,
not go until the path quit
without signs I had tried.
I imagined a target
future sat for my eventual,
precisely aimed, bullseye.
That’s a notion I did covet,
even leaned it towards perfect.
Seems serene will never arrive.
If wind’s cologne were bottled,
a sachet of peace would waft
through all fray as life aligned.
Copyright ©
CayCay Jennings
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