Filthy fragrance

by apoorvmat

In Autumn too, my world smells good
The woods smell nice, the garden smells good

The soul resigns, the heart retreats
But the mind wakes up, and the thought smells good

The script is torn, the plot is lost
Tulips start to fly, the butterfly smells good

Expectations exceeded, surprises galore
The sun comes out, and the path smells good

As dusk sets in, and hope gets a chance
My lamp burns bright, and the candle smells good

You’re filthy as hell ‘Mat, your core reeks of loss
But you pretend very well, this facade smells good