Cherries are divine like starlight
Heavenly scent satisfies me
Every whiff is a good memory
Roses envy this elegant scent
Rivers of almonds with cherries
Youth surrounds its beauty
Almost only almond
Layers of cherries inside
Mystical scent slides upon my skin
Only name brand lotion is best
Near luxury but not quite luxury
Delicate yet strong together
Sweet spring succeeds severe snow time,
Sublime season of plants rebirth,
Sunshine mild and warm greets the land,
Seeds and flowers sprout from the ground,
Sweet-scented scents pervade the air,
Stars and silver moon vie to please,
Smiles settle on every faces.
Number of Words: 25
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Short lines must I carve,
Or else I shall starve;
Twenty-five words, a firm decree:
Let me fly like bees,
Chasing scents on flowers, free.
It's Friday, yay! The final weekday of my academic immurement.
On Friday nights we go out - we’re up late - so late that it’s early,
but it’s ok, we’re young and dumb.
But if you think you’ll find me sleeping in on a Saturday morning - you’d be wrong.
On the weekends, the richest part of Paris mornings involve neighborhood street-life - which are invitations to sensory abundance - and it all happens before lunchtime.
The sensorial joys of the “sun-south” flower market stalls, overflowing with fresh lavender, peonies and powdery-sweet Violet blooms - tulips from Holland and roses from Kenya - that cool the air with fresh fragrances compete and mingle with savory baking aromas from local boulangeries (bakeries).
The dueling scents define mornings in the Marais (ivy-clad streets) or along the Seine.
Hit the snooze button and you can miss it (and trust me, napping later can be fun).
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Songs for this:
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
under the milky way by the church
Rotting
spent fallen leaves
on a damp woodland floor
earthy aromas of mushrooms
decay
Earthy
Dry grass sweet scent
Ginger, cassia warm whiffs
Crisp air with the musk of dropped leaves
Fall's prides
PLACE: 6th
Autumn
breeze softly blows
leaves plucked with tender grace
memories linger in cool air
as scents
Crisp breeze
ripples the scent
of dry leaves' golden breath,
rustling in the woodsmoke of fall,
fragrant.
Mouldy,
whiff of hue’d leafs,
wind chill fall nose lodger,
yet hearty soup, pies, stews, spiced waft,
beckon
suns warmth
distant ardent
nuzzles a gentle touch
as zephyrs glean mid the blooms of
sweet scent.
Aster
Purple Flowers
Blooming throughout autumn
Beauty and scent bouquet display
Fragrance
brisk air
and pumpkin pie,
a cinnamon broomstick,
hot cidered’ apples, snifter of
brandy
camphor
disperses scent
warning, scaring, driving,
mosquitoes under fallen leaves.
fragrance.
Nutmeg
Deep and spicy
Warm vanilla or musk
Autumn invites rich fragrances
Indulge.
Pumpkin
Spicy delights
Flavorful autumn scents
Delicious breads and beverages
Pungent
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