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Can you smell the roses?
Swaying with the breeze.
The scent so sweet,
so serene.
The wind pulls it's fingers through my hair.
Its embrace
upon my face
as I walk through the maze
I call my garden.
I hear the strumming of your guitar.
It soothes the mind\and makes the soal curious.
Who's holding it?
Playing that sweet melody
that makes scences sing?
Walk by but way too shy to
to stare into your eyes.
Now you'r too far out of sight,
but your melody still remains.