In concrete streets of waste and cheap cologne,
josyift 2022
The steel denies the iris setting skies.
Where are the fields of vetiver, like home?
The red dirt for roots to deeply grow?
Homesick
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the Fragrance Writer 
Lol
Take care J
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Good Question!
Thanks S!
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They say home is where the heart is,
But if the heart has shattered, where do you go?
Love your poem J.
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You are most welcome
Beautiful thoughts, word search and placing.
Indeed 🙂
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Thank you, you are so kind 🙂 I think every one call feel homesick in some way, and I hope I can reflect off of all those feelings in general
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Vetiver looks and smells so lovely in this verse
Imagine homesick was a fragrance
It could never be one for all
These feelings and smells of homesick are essentially unique
And you speak my thoughts and heart as I read this morning
On waking as memories flood me
Of that wild property and how prayed, played, danced and loved there
In the apartment buildings of different countries too
Homesick
Your writing is essentially fragrant and unique
I want to touch the red earth, where my roses grow
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