Walking along the familiar paths,
A nostalgic smell whose name escapes me,
Golden yellow blossoms, initially unseen.
Reminiscence incited by the smell,
Thoughts of mother describing autumn's harbinger,
Sweet, soft, serene, maternal scent.
Following the aroma to seek the source,
Longing to be embraced by the floral bouquet,
Yet, it is far too distant from this place.
Recollections of childhood, unforgettable,
The first encounter relived.
Immaculate garden, forbidden to enter within.
A calming influence breathed in deeply,
Filling the lungs, intoxicating the mind,
A chemical reaction bringing bliss,
An inhaled pathway to Paradise.
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