SCENT OF CHILDHOOD
For which my heart has sought the most?
The scent of wet ground after the soft rain
As the wind carries the dew of wild grass
I can smell childhood through my moist skin.
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The Aden Grey Poetry Contest
PoetrySo Aden, for those who didn't know him, loved poetry. He was the one to get me into it. The first poem I ever wrote was for him, about him. This is something I meant to do a while ago but I kept avoiding painful memories. This is a poetry contest of...
