Sweet Scented Thoughts
My many many thoughts linger,
in the dusting of the springtime,
I turn pages with my finger,
I love to read each loving rhyme.
As I sit here under the trees,
watching the yellow bumble bees,
enjoying what I am reading, now freely my soul is feeding.
Pretty flowers are everywhere,
their sweet perfume is in the air
reminding me of floral spray.
sweet scented thoughts of yesterday.
Time will always go by,
but one must never cry.
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