I wonder, where the nice fragrance of love is gone,
The one that spilled from the crimson flower of life.
While I collect the broken glass of the past,
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A gem of a poem that's soft, subtle and gentle. A lovely read.
Wonderful ending: n As I walked past the doors of an empty heart, To collect the fallen leaves of time, I find the fragrance of love.
A tremendous lovely tribute to the Fragrance of Love, loveliest detailed with autumnal attributes, Golden words are celebrating here in a way leading to give Love its fragrance back