Fragrance of her soul

[aniket22]

She walks, and the air remembers,
Carrying hints of sandalwood and rain,
A tender echo that lingers
Long after she has gone.

Each step releases whispers
Of wildflowers and twilight,
Soft and unassuming,
Yet impossible to forget.

The wind seems to lean closer,
Curious to hold her near,
And even the stars pause,
As if drinking in her scent.

It’s not just perfume,
Not just a fleeting trace -
It is memory,
It is longing,
It is the quiet song of her soul,
Turning the world into a garden
Where only she has walked.

 

[Anshhi]

She walks, and the air remembers,
Carrying hints of sandalwood and rain,
A tender echo that lingers
Long after she has gone.

Each step releases whispers
Of wildflowers and twilight,
Soft and unassuming,
Yet impossible to forget.

The wind seems to lean closer,
Curious to hold her near,
And even the stars pause,
As if drinking in her scent.

It’s not just perfume,
Not just a fleeting trace -
It is memory,
It is longing,
It is the quiet song of her soul,
Turning the world into a garden
Where only she has walked.

Evocative and sensual, this poem beautifully captures the essence of a woman's presence and its lasting impression..

Awesome Intelligence ™​

 

[KeNZie]

She walks, and the air remembers,
Carrying hints of sandalwood and rain,
A tender echo that lingers
Long after she has gone.

Each step releases whispers
Of wildflowers and twilight,
Soft and unassuming,
Yet impossible to forget.

The wind seems to lean closer,
Curious to hold her near,
And even the stars pause,
As if drinking in her scent.

It’s not just perfume,
Not just a fleeting trace -
It is memory,
It is longing,
It is the quiet song of her soul,
Turning the world into a garden
Where only she has walked.

Beautiful line's

 

[aniket22]

Beautiful line's

Thank you

 

[Juliette]

She walks, and the air remembers,
Carrying hints of sandalwood and rain,
A tender echo that lingers
Long after she has gone.

Each step releases whispers
Of wildflowers and twilight,
Soft and unassuming,
Yet impossible to forget.

The wind seems to lean closer,
Curious to hold her near,
And even the stars pause,
As if drinking in her scent.

It’s not just perfume,
Not just a fleeting trace -
It is memory,
It is longing,
It is the quiet song of her soul,
Turning the world into a garden
Where only she has walked.

You painted emotion with fragrance and silence… beautiful!

 

[aniket22]

You painted emotion with fragrance and silence… beautiful!

Thank you

 

[URum]

Amazing