Orange Ginger
Orange Ginger
(Deborah Taylor)
I've grown to love this fragrance
so nostalgic
permeating the air
greeting me when I enter my space
reminding me of a time no longer
but not forgotten
I tell myself move forward
but still I punish myself with the aroma
of orange ginger
It holds within it's bouquet
a lingering promise
never quite spoken
never kept
never meant
only anticipated
by a foolish heart
I go to sleep with orange ginger in the air
I need a new beginning
but don't know where to start
Orange Ginger's everywhere
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