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Sent Of A Rose
Just a bit of poetry I wrote a few years back...
Scent Of A Rose
the scent of a rose… I remember her as that…. sweet… tantalizing… fresh not unlike…
the dew-swept morning,
a jewel amongst the flowers… imbibed of her scent
Liquid pool eyes…
I remember those well, I remember the depth, the innocence, the love…
the fragrant smell of roses, her memory
I remember walking through the garden of her love…. those days we were free, those days we were bathed,
in summer’s light…
those days belonged to us…
the scent of a rose always calls her to my mind
the scent of a rose reminds me of her
dreams cascade and time goes by…
Spring in her sweetness, is life reborn, a reminder of times past and times yet to come….
a gentle scent on the air….
a scent held deep and always there…
the scent of a rose…. and the fullness of life’s riches
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this one is more a lyric than a poem really...
There's A Bell That Rings
There's a bell that rings in a forgotten tower
Sounded only by the wind
Like a fleeting memory of a childhood dream
Or lonely echoes in the hearts of men
Those who chance to hear it's distant pealing
Feel strangely drawn to the sound
Touching on something locked deep inside
Something you've lost that has never been found
Whoa-oa hear the wind moan
Like some wayward spirit all alone
Ahhh-ah the bell still rings
Do you wonder of the enchantment it brings
It seems to recall the sights and sounds and feelings of your youth
Remembered faces and distant places and things you used to do
A bittersweet mixture of sadness and joy must it all fade away
I guess the beauty of time is in the knowing that we always have today
There's a bell that rings like gentle thunder
That echos thru the hearts of men
A distant calling like sweet sirens singing
Hear it on the wind then it's gone again
Or is it only echos of the past
Faded memories of a childhood lost
If it brings a smile or if it brings you to tears
It's only your heart and it's paid the cost
Whoa-oa hear the wind moan
Like some wayward spirit all alone
Ahhh-ah the bell still rings
Do you wonder of the enchantment if brings
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