One Last Hill | Poetry Interlude

One Last Hill
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This was my one last hill.
I sprinted one last time.
Pushed as hard as I could
Convinced I might die
But I succeeded to the top of the hill

I give a quick glance behind me
To look over everything i accomplished;
On top of this one last hill i conquered
And it feels awesome!

But don’t assume I’m done
There’s still another hill to climb
There’s ALWAYS one last hill to climb
Until the day i die

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Garanat (Bulgari) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance poetry inspired by Garanat from Bulgari.

bulgari garanat fragrance review poetry
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Passion is like a rose
dressed with thorns,
pricking red blood-drops.
But even pain is tolerated
when fired by emotions.

So my eyes, like garnets,
glow with embers inside
as the incense burns,
like a prayer
to save my fervent soul.

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Atomic Rose (Initio) | Fragrance Poetry

Fragrance Poetry Inspired by Atomic Rose from Initio.

fragrance review poetry atomic rose initio
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This girls atomic,
But in a beautiful way;
Sweet – in an eclectic way.

Wash over me.
Classic like a single stem rose.
But every rose has its thorns.

Other times she’s a soft pink blanket
Warmly Wrapping around me
Fresh with fabric softener.

She’s pink –
Like a drink for indigestion.
But she doesn’t calm any upset stomachs.

She’s electric –
Like a soft blanket made for cuddling,
But shocks you when you first touch it. . .

They say every rose has its thorn,
But this girl’s atomic!

Every rose is classic and beautiful.
After the thorns, you’ll find yourself
Caressed in soft pedals.

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