Old books and candles,

smoke drifts in the air.

Wet earth after rain,

memories everywhere.

Crackling wood burns,

on still, quiet nights.

A hint of rose and pine,

in fading dusk twilights.

Freshly washed linen,

sun-warmed and clean.

Sea breeze drifting,

like a distant dream.

Warm baked bread,

incense wafting slow.

Some days they linger,

never to let go.

Soft familiar scents,

I can’t outgrow.

They find my heart,

more than I know.

Written by https://www.threads.com/@_shona_alysa_

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