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.
I smell the aroma, 

immersive in 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 fresh inside.

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 unique scents.

The plant blossoms in the land, 

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

take a wider line to inspire. 

East herb, west fragrance, 

they are the flavors of the world with all kinds.

Oh, West Fragrance, wild and free,

You’re written in -

the lands, not meant to be tamed.

Spinning circles round different persona,

And the sky still remembers colors of 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, full of open minds.
Spinning circles round my thoughts,

zesty, inspired, refreshing 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 refresh the world.
No compass needed, when the scent glows,
vibrant atmosphere running into passion deep.
If my story’s bitter, you’ll bring different themes,
Cause the best in us is what we don’t know.

East herb, west fragrance-

keep it fresh, make it 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 landscapes.

So pour it slow, 

let them influence the world—
Different plants for diverse taste, 

make us understand the world of differences.

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