Saturday, March 5, 2011

Rose-scented smoke & dreamy aromas of poetry

I yearn to
fall asleep to
the rose-scented
burning-pink smoke
and dreamy aromas
of soul-poetry,
so that I wake to
a poem-tinted dawn
and morning's sweet fragrance
lays out my new day's path
in flowers of purpose and joy.

—Terri Guillemets

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