I've noticed that we have a scent
for most every smell we make.
That bathroom scent, from natures call you've lent
now only a sweetened stink, for heaven's sake!
We dab our wrist and spray our clothes
with expensive high end designer smells.
Then walk into a room with anothers
and are thown into some, smelly hypnotic spell!
Where are the smells that I remember?
The ones of mom's fresh baked apple pie?
Or the freshness that came after a rainy day
and those breezes from sun and blue sky.
Where people smelled like fresh sun dried clothes
and our homes were scented with a rose.
Letting natures fragrance fill our homes and hair
all God given scents, that would fill our nose.
Puppy breath and that of a babies too.
The powdered smells of a new born babies skin
These are the scentable smells,
I really want and desire to be sniffing in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The powdered smells of a new born babies skin These are the sensible scented smells, I wish to sniff in. ----- I always love babies smell, the powder colonge etc. its so angelic...a 10.