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Fragrant Flashback

In the corners of my mind, the scents reside,
Memories of fragrances, in a colorful tide.
The smell of land kissed by the gentle rain,
A symphony of petrichor, refreshing and sane.

The marker pens' aroma, vibrant and bright,
Awakening creativity, igniting my inner light.
Their ink dances on paper, a colorful affair,
A scent that fills my senses, with joy and flair.

New books arrive, their fragrance untamed,
Whispers of stories waiting, yet unnamed.
Fresh pages turn, revealing worlds unknown,
The smell of knowledge, a fragrance of its own.

Painted walls whisper tales, in hues so grand,
Aromatic whispers of dreams, hand in hand.
Brushstrokes of life, on canvas they gleam,
A scent of inspiration, in each vibrant theme.

Coconut chutney, roasted with mustard's zest,
A culinary masterpiece, the taste is the best.
The aroma fills the air, a savory delight,
A fragrant symphony, that brings pure delight.

These scents linger in my mind, forever etched,
A tapestry of memories, beautifully fetched.
They transport me back, to moments gone by,
Where the fragrance of life, forever will lie.

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