Tis That Scent Poem by Eric Cockrell
Tis That Scent
Tis that scent....
That drives one mad.
That swallows the web,
And burns on empty.
That turns the page,
And rolls in the dirt.
That sounds like rain,
And falls like thunder.
That strips the soul,
And plunders the mind.
That buries the candle,
To rise as flame.
Tis that scent...
When you enter my solitude!
Thursday, July 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: madness,passion
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