Sweet Smells

I know these sweet smells won’t last—
I don’t even know where they come from.
Sorrows mount; I wake and cry them off,
Work another day, some better than others.  If I didn’t
think things will change,
Well.  These struggles are real, yes.  But so are those
unseen.  And little by little,
Things turn.

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2 Responses to Sweet Smells

  1. Dale Smith says:

    Hello

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