Have you any common scents
that sweep you off your feet?
To memories that make you smile,
that make you feel complete?
The scents of briny breezes,
sweep me off to sunny shores;
When I would paddle in the waves,
revelling in the outdoors.
The scents of tangy tamarind,
sweep me to a wooded glade;
Picking fallen fruit and flowers,
in a dark, green forest shade.
The scents of brand new textbooks,
sweep me off to old schooldaze;
Brown paper covered notebooks,
and archaic concert plays.
The scents of freshly brewing tea,
sweep me to idyllic afternoons;
Slices of sweet coconut cake,
in small filigree spoons.
And scents of happy baby kisses,
Like sweet warm falling dew;
sweep me to pure wonderment,
of my miracle that grew.
If we could only bottle scents,
that blow upon the breeze;
Simple common scents like these,
would make pure memories.
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