East Herb, West Fragrance

East herb, west fragrance —let it grow, let it smell unique. No compass needed, when the scent glows, vibrant atmosphere running into passion flows. If my story’s bitter, you’ll bring different flavors Cause the best in us is what we don’t know.

  In the morning light,

 where the wind sways,
let’s smell the aroma, 

immerse ourselves into a zesty landscape.
Sowing in the east land,

 growing green, healthy herbs,
Every quiet plant says, 

“rejuvenate youth.”

 I learned the different flowers and leaves,
How herbs can make us feel refreshed.

West floral, west fragrance

let it grow, let it blossom.

You’re bold and distinct, 

you’re aesthetic and steep —

people wear you on different occasions, 

conveying themselves with different scents.

The plant blossoms in the land, 

different flavors, bold colors.
Shake the bottle, let it shine, 

take a wider line to inspire. 

East herb, west spice, 

they are the flavors of the world in time.

Oh, West Fragrance, wild and free,

You’re written in -

the landscape of different sorts,

not meant to be tamed.

Spinning circles round my persona

And the sky still remembers my aura..

Pine on the ridge, palm on the breeze,

The wild, wild west’s got its scent

From desert heat to mountain snow,

It’s adventurous smell — I’ve come to know.

 East herbs, west fragrance,

fresh, free, and full of open skies.
Spinning circles round my thoughts,

zesty, and inspired, refreshing our energy.

Now my gut knows what my mind once missed:
That the flavor of life is the way it twists.

East herb, west fragrance —let it grow, let it smell unique,
No compass needed, when the scent glows,
vibrant atmosphere running into passion deep.
If my story’s bitter, you’ll bring different flavors,
’Cause the best in us is what we don’t know.

East herb, west fragrance-

keep it fresh, make the smell distinct
From the perfume bottle to the veggie bowl .
Two worlds with different taste, 

watch the senses tell their tales—
East herb, west fragrance, 

let the journey walk across the roads.

So pour it slow, 

let the freshness begin—
Different plants for diverse taste, 

make us understand the world of differences.

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