her Rose Hips

Her Rose Hips  
A most beautiful scent suffused me
on a bus ride to Shangri la.
A lady in Hijab heaven  
sat in a lovely spot
Just in front of my seat.  
Hair in scarf  
but face open to the world.  
She was a garden of perfume
Whose scent smelled powerfully of roses.  
Gorgeous and strong  
As the aroma of  
The hanging gardens of Babylon
But with a Southern Gothic fragrance
Whose bouquet is the floral nape
Of a misty-eyed enchantress  
Written by goldenmyst
Published | Edited 15th Aug 2022
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