Blowing Scents Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Blowing Scents



Cool breezes blowing the scent of orange blossoms
through the air.

Filling senses with exhilaration - a natural high -
all of a sudden, I start sneezing away.

For I am allergic to orange blossoms blooming,
even though their fragrance stills my soul.

Saturday, October 11, 2014
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