Fragrance

As my fingers press into the recess of an old pot pourri jar, the gentle scents of its content tickle my senses, and my mind takes a journey, on the gossamer tendrils of its fragrance, through The Memories Of A Life Time...

Friday, March 03, 2006

Dearest Jinni


Dearest Jinni,

I know that you have been feeling down these days. So, here is a bouquet of blossoms just to perfume your visual senses when you need a pick me up.

My heart is with you and know that I'll follow you to the end of the earth and beyond if the need arise and hold you up when ever you feel that you are drowning.

Yours,
Jasmine

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