The sun poured its light
From a gap in the curtain
Blown gently aside
By, the movement of air coming in
From an open window
A soft-scented breeze
Permeated through the air
Rising, from flower beds
And seeping into the room
Filling it with sweet aromas
That touched the woman emotionally
As she sat Lost in her own, private thoughts
She turned her head toward the sweet-smelling fragrance
Smiling at the benevolence
Of an innocent intrusion
She was then, magically transported
Off to some mystical land
Of a forgotten fantasy
In her mind’s eye
Many visions now filled her head
As the myriad of scents
Each one brings new inspiration
And creativity in words for her book
She now turned to face the sun
Slightly squinting her beautiful eyes
Against the brilliant light
It was a glorious day outside
Distant sounds could be heard
From the busy streets
She momentarily listened
As if to hear her name being called
By some unheard voice lost in a crowd of language
But the voice was, her own
Calling her, back from the rose-pelleted dream
She looked away from the window
Gently sighed, and smiled again
She now turned to face the sun
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