Was it rose lavender or wine , it always crossed my mind...
Whatever it was it always maintained,
I thought it was tamed but it just was plain ...
It entertained in the rain n cooled in the pain ,
It was the bell of her arrival n the cell to her beauty ,
Happiness was smelling it through her ,
When I didn't it wasn't that befitting,
It was special how it arrived before she did ,
It was one of the reasons I loved it ...
It was as comforting as her arms ..
My mom ... I have one of your charms !
- Paavni Gupta
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My Mother's Fragrance!!!
KöltészetIt's a short lyric poem about how my mothers perfume overtakes me . It's about the very first perfume and gift that my dad ever gifted my mother before they got married !!! When I was eight , I persuaded my dad to get me the exact same one as mom bu...
