branches gracefully arched over
that wallowing sorry drain near
a rubbish heap that weaves
stale despondency into the air
Round the corner the construction site
in mindless arrogance puffs out smoke
and dust that choke the air
But somehow your sweet frangrance
hovers in mid air like a spell
so one who ventures near enough
may sense above the smoke and stench
the soothing perfume of your scent
gentle persuasion
amidst wilful destruction
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