My Moms Perfume ... Was it rose lavender or wine , it always crossed my mind... Whatever it was it always maintained, I thought it was tamed but it just was plain ... It entertained in the rain n cooled in the pain , It was the bell of her arrival n the cell to her beauty , Happiness was smelling it through her , When I didn’t it wasn’t that befitting, It was special how it arrived before she did , It was one of the reasons I loved it ... It was as comforting as her arms .. My mom ... I have one of your charms ! - Paavni Gupta
My Moms Perfume ...


Was it rose  lavender or wine , it always crossed my mind...
Whatever it was it always maintained,
I thought it was tamed but it just was plain ...
It entertained in the rain n cooled in the pain ,
It was the bell of her arrival n... apathetic stories
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This is a short lyric poetry describing my love for my mothers fragrance .

My Moms Perfume ... Was it rose lavender or wine , it always crossed my mind... Whatever it was it always maintained, I thought it was tamed but it just was plain ... It entertained in the rain n cooled in the pain , It was the bell of her arrival n the cell to her beauty , Happiness was smelling it through her , When I didn’t it wasn’t that befitting, It was special how it arrived before she did , It was one of the reasons I loved it ... It was as comforting as her arms .. My mom ... I have one of your charms ! - Paavni Gupta

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