Fragrance
Stopped there at a door
-by cobbles, mosaics
-and columns of stones
-may call it "Castle-Fort"
Could smell fresh air
-kind of wet, after rain
The sky was pirate
-was blind
-on its face wore patches
Amassed were the dead leaves
-soaked by rain, I believe
Lovely and generous,
-sent message with their scent
-kind of like the smell of grass
-when lawn done, and head cut
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