THE REMNANTS OF YOUR SCENT
Yesterday you were just a flower growing from the Earth.
It’s not all about your beauty, but the remnants of your scent.
It’s that sweet intoxicating aroma you left to linger in the air.
As the rain and winds surround us, your fragrance still lingers there.
It’s not about the beauty of the flower that I want to see,
It’s all about your sweet aroma that intoxicates me.
By LENNY JAYNES