It's the best smell in the world
Apart from my favorite climbing rose
and balsam
campfire smoke
and food on the grill
babies
and the sea
Writing poetry is like antique shopping for words: sometimes you find a treasure, and sometimes you find a dud. ;)
It's the best smell in the world
Apart from my favorite climbing rose
and balsam
campfire smoke
and food on the grill
babies
and the sea
Travel is a feeling
that swells in your heart
You may forget the music that played in Hyde Park
or the name of that cafe on the Champs Élysées
But you'll never forget the warm glow
that filled you to brimming
and made you glad to be alive