Sweet The Perfume- a poem of sorts
Sweet the Perfume from blossoms crushed underfoot ripped by foreign doctrines but not destroyed The secretive scent lingers on Long after visions of flowering fields fade. The essence of souls linked to an Eternal source beyond physical worlds is indestructible. We are here to follow pathways Already mapped out by the master topographer Yet there are choices That define our growth We alone make. C. Ilana Leeds Sign in to see full entry.