Tammy Darby


The Fragrance of Despair

It is said by the olfactory senses
Quite impossible be detected
I have to say I disagree
For they are certainly mistaken
It is as heavy as violet night blooming jasmine
Overpowering
Intoxicating

The bouquet of carefully arranged white calla lilies
Heralds the arrival of long honored death
Announcing the burial of another soul departed
Despair indeed has a scent

The intertwined pink wreath of flowers
Lay upon decaying earth
Its smell permeates the air
There is I can assure you
A fragrance of despair

All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby. July 9, 2013
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