Scent of joy

As poems are to prose
So exponentially are
Music to poems
As the mind gives way
To the heart
Eyes and ears have their part
But there is a knowing
Known only to the nose
HardWired and primal
The unique perfume
Of the room
In which you were born
Your fathers sweat as he held you close
Mothers perfume,
Wild Lilacs or woodsmoke
Hyacinths sweetness.
Catch a whiff of heaven and
Unlock love and longing
And all the joy we’ve learned
To deny


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