The Last Scent Of The Garden Poem by Tanja Bakic

The Last Scent Of The Garden



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The last scent of the garden
And myself captured inside—
The most silent star of all.

The grass calls out to a butterfly.
Bodies rise
And fall in space.

You are becoming a pearl,
The pearl is becoming you.

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