The Swooning Scent!

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Swooning scent of the wettish earth;
Inflames the stubbed out wordsworth.
Dallying is the crisp iciness in the air;
Hankering for a warm shoulder to pair.
Freshening are the doting memories;
As the sweats of tomorrow softly freeze.
Blushing is the longtime drenched night;
Beneath the veil of silverish moon-light.
Lone soul minding to mellowed whisper;
which the perfumed raindrops author.
Moments, edging the heart’s feelings;
Winging my spirit to the starlit ceilings.


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