Floral heady scents waft in my head,
Slowly up to my sanctuary I tread,
As I enter my meditation place,
A feeling of peace caresses my face.
The candlelit scene calms my soul,
Escaping from life, in societies fish bowl.
I submerge my self in my scented elixir,
Craving the feeling of soft downy cashmere
I anoint my body in luxurious potions,
Then gently massage with expensive lotions.
As warm steam embraces my being,
The worries and woes of the day begin thinning.
Cleansed both in spirit, soul and mind
As with the bath water the days demons left behind.
For this self indulgent vanity,
Is the saviour for my sanity!
Many thanks for the award I'm delighted to accept it
I would like to nominate Ice queen http://myfrozenworld.wordpress.com/2011/07/01/my-journey-to-life/
JINGLE POETRY POTLUCK
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