Perfume

Crisp as lemongrass,
fresh as the scent of mown hay;
nature’s own Chanel.


Ozone scented sky
charged by electricity
and airborne spirits.


Earthy loam and soil,
the tangs of birth, life, and death,
ashes to ashes.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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