life changes in a moment...
each one has its own scent...
when you feel a whiff...
it gives you an urge to sniff...
or makes you wish for a blocked nose...
seems like water coming out of a hose...
making you wish the tap runs dry...
and all you could smell under the sky...
is the fragrance of the wet mud...
or of a rose that just came out of its bud...
both are fresh and make one happy...
even if the last moment was crappy...
Tuesday 8 September 2009
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