Yesterdays Of Sweetly Aromas Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Remembering the streams of the amulet
Yesterdays of sweetly aromas so clear
Now gone into forgetfulness atmosphere
Going in flames memories dreams to forget
All instantly - that the heart did regret
Into a cold thought of silence austere
Mind-sets and joy of our own yesteryear
That in their era where in crazy roots met

Bouquets like we picked giving true shades
Indelible scents and the magical born
Trembled feathers of lovebirds flown away
Emotions of the heart giving its two blades
Each our feeling we now in old songs mourn
Into autumn's evening and coming next day