SCENT OF A WOMAN

dreched
In fragrance of her sprout smiles
pouring forth, pouring forth
drenched
in mine and in time
she looks as a sight
mirroring
a new world

her sun surrounds me
invading
my tent

that I do not need more
salvation
I have found a religion in her eyes

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