In his bedroom
Perfume hangs
In the air.
She dreams not of he,
But of sea
And the cost
Of a trip from Lesbos
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K Morris - Poet 
Oh, how beautiful. Lesbos … that parfume brings back so many memories.
Thanks for your comment, Gabriela. You are fortunate to have visited that beautiful place. I have yet to visit any of the Greek islands, and you make the sweet perfume of Lesbos sound so alluring. All the best to you – Kevin
Already your imagination took you there, That’s beautiful.
Thank you, Gabriela.