So beautiful is this world -
a storehouse of fragrance.
Each distinct scent
has a meaning of itself.
When open I the pages
Of the perfumed book I love,
I swim with it to far-off lands
And glide over my dreams.
The pleasant scent of mud
Reminds of rain pattering on leaves
Of water trickling down the window
Of the splash of water on your feet.
And when you sense petrol
You image the vast, long roads
The long journey before you
That jourey called Life.
When quilts are taken out from holes
You enjoy the warm smell
Of winter, of cold
Of that eternal, ever-lasting sleep.
When coffee stirs in the mug
When you hold it to your nose
Remember the work you have done
And the service left to do.
When the fan rotates with arms all spread
The fragrance of freedom fills the room
Marking the end of the exams
And the cool, enjoyable summer ahead.
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