A Flower’s Scent by L. M. Montes

As I walked past the garden,a scent had grown therein,gliding over plant and earthand said, “I beg your pardon.” The sweetest scent so aromatic,turned my head to see,the flowers lifting up their heads,and struck so automatic. In their garden hidden,so many different kinds,whose scents arise to floaton air as they have often ridden.

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