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Born a Texan, but traveled the US extensively.  Now staying on the East coast.

Sunday, May 13, 2012

wild roses

sitting at my quiet place on a Sunday morning,
sipping my coffee
and feeling the breeze blow gently,
i get lost in thought,
my heart comes out
and i truly relax.
My sences are suddenly assailed by a scent.
It does not seem right to use such a word,
but this wonderful sweet fragrence comes but once a year.
For a few short weeks the wild white roses bloom
and as they bloom they perfume the air and stop all else.
There is no other color or scent that is as pronounced
and my thoughts are driven further from me
in the ectasy of the smell being released.
Such a small flower and so fleeting,

Ah, but so powerful.
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