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The fragrance that lingers

Fragrance wrenched from the flowers
Spread its bowers
Alienate from my ownself
Hovers around me even from the shelf
Where petals dried lay amidst books
Severed by its power of spread
Feel contrite about the fragrance now dead
That once ever lingered disturbing my conscious
Now reclined through evaporation's process
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The fragrance that lingers, by Uma Natarajan 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 5 reviews.
Jawahar Gupta 8 days ago
touching and painful
Uma Natarajan 8 days ago
Kathy Barry 8 days ago
Great poem 
Sweet Honey Dove 8 days ago
sad and poignant
Sachini Rodrigo 8 days ago
The scenario which has blossomed throughout the fabric is apparently graceful.
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