Heaven Scent

The wind of change is perfume in the air
The putrid smell of tyranny is gone
The waste and the decay that lingered there
Are down the sewer where such things belong
If freedom is the potpourri of life
And love is lavender so pure and clean
The honesty of citrus is the knife
That cuts the bad and leaves the fresh and green
But we must add some weight for dreams to live
Foundation firm as we ascend from hell
Patchouli is a heavy base which gives
Utopia a rich distinctive smell
The stench of misery will never soil
A soul that’s cleansed in love’s essential oil

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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