My dreams of you are so vivid, and I feel you lay your gentle hands upon my skin and watch closely over me, what I wouldn't do to have you buried within me eternally.
Life is so sacred and fragile as the future relies on the present, take my hand so we can be as one, this separation makes me fall apart, but destiny had planned us to part. J.Sagona (2016)
I get a ripened, murky, skanky, with a touch of dirtiness patchouli, that muffles a tea tinged, slightly sweet, herbaceous chamomile, and an ample, citric nuances, delicate rose.
Then a darkened heart, slightly worn, mysterious, jacket leather, that falls through a musky, oceanic, watery ambergris, and a powdery, leafy, with a touch of green violet.
I get the Patchouli, Rose, Violet, Leather, Chamomile and Ambergris, it opens up with a dark, pungent patchouli, and an herbal, grassy chamomile, the patchouli is strong, the chamomile is soft.
by Joseph Sagona.
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