In the gentle breeze of twilight’s embrace,
Lies a scent of memories long past,
Soft whispers of an ancient trace,
Where dreams and reality are cast.

Through fields where wildflowers sway,
The fragrance of sweet nostalgia flows,
A dance of petals in the fading day,
Where the heart’s hidden yearning grows.

The aroma of rain on sunlit earth,
Awakens a longing deep and true,
A fragrant echo of the soul’s rebirth,
In every drop, a world anew.

In the silence of the starlit night,
A scented promise softly calls,
Guiding the spirit with gentle light,
Beyond the shadows, where the essence falls.