Morose Scents Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Morose Scents



Morose sounds filling me with a sadness of intense
death.

Smelling roses of a funeral parlor, knowing that
someone I love is soon going to be dying.

Hoping to be able to spend time with them before
they are taken from me forever here on earth.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014
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