When you smell,
The air filled with
The sweet scent of
Decay,
Leaves crushed and swept,
Plants dead, gone and buried,
Brown and gray,
Are the colors
Painting the landscape,
Rotting,
Dying,
Dead,
Withered away,
To a faint smell,
Forgotten
Can you smell,
The sweet scent of
Decay?
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Haunted (a collection of poems)
PoetryA collection of poetry, scary and beautiful. Crafted for these chilling autumn months.
