I Wish Beauty Had a Scent
On the Things We Once Held Dear
I wish beauty had a scent.
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The beauty in the tiny little things that I once held dear:
a fallen rose on the ground,
a lost toy under the couch,
the totaled car that I first drove.
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Their scent would have filled my every breath,
awakened my inner self,
and motivated my next search for life’s purpose and meaning.
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But as their physical bodies got lost in time,
their inner beauty also seemed hard to uncover.
No, they are not spiritual beings, I know.
But please at least leave behind a scent, could they?
About the Creator
Stella Yan PhD
PhD in Physics. Deeply engaged in the exploration of math, science, and personal introspection; truly amazed by the mysteries of the universe and the complexities of the human mind. Writings featured multiple times in Top Stories.
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