Intentions smell good*
The fragrance of the afternoon, as it came and went
Smelling of fresh apples and cinnamon was the scent
My senses were all opening and my Soul* came alive
Could it be a turnover or even a fresh baked pie
But whatever it is, it was made of Love and delight
To see it as it smells so good, intending it in my sight
Dom*Colucci 2012
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