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Never take your senses for granted. You never know when you will lose them.

Behold:
Waft.

Sense.

Smell the world around you.
The wind blows.

The flowers unfurl.

The leaves are set a-flutter

A hint of lavender, a touch of rose, a dollop of mint

The garden glows green and white

This world is not mine to behold
Waft.

Sense.

Smell the world around you.
The pot boils.

The beans burn.

The aroma fills the air

A cup of this, a mug of that

A savory blend

A roast of morning joy

This world is not mine to behold
Waft.

Sense.

Smell the world around you.

 

The pan sears.

The soup boils.

The meat chars.

A meal made with love, full of flavour.

A meal made with care, calling you to the table.

The scent of you favourite meal, eaten with thanks

This world is not mine to behold.

 

Waft.

Sense.

Smell the world around you.

 

Her arms around you.

A bottle of perfume on the counter.

Her scent… her aroma

Hers and hers alone

You breathe it in, and your heart beats faster

It engulfs you, drowning you in desire

This world is not mine to behold.

 

Waft.

Sense.

Smell the world around you.

 

This world is not mine to behold, but it belongs to you.

I implore you.

Stop.

Cease your movement.

Let the humdrum die down.

Close your eyes.

Open your mind.

 

Waft. 

Sense.

Smell the world around you.

 

Thank you for listening.

 

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