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OBLIVION SCENT
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
Earth preserves the smell of
the dead,
Even if the body is lost
It's smell lingers there
Over time their memories
fade away,
Violet flowers bloom over their
graves,
Those flowers will have their scent,
The smell of the forgotten
ones,will be annoying to us
we call it as corpse smelled
flowers,:)The carcass
#WritcoPoemPrompt8
© ഗൗരി കല്യാണി
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
Earth preserves the smell of
the dead,
Even if the body is lost
It's smell lingers there
Over time their memories
fade away,
Violet flowers bloom over their
graves,
Those flowers will have their scent,
The smell of the forgotten
ones,will be annoying to us
we call it as corpse smelled
flowers,:)The carcass
#WritcoPoemPrompt8
© ഗൗരി കല്യാണി
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