WHATS THAT SMELL
by WOODY29

Deep Blue oceans of sound.
FALLING UPON EMPTY EARS
Where rain falls down to a beating drum
TO BE HEARD BY ONLY SOME
Foggy mist sweeps o'er the land
AND RAINBOWS APPEAR IN THE DISTANCE
the bird walked on,
AND THE WORM TURNED
In silence we hear all
Even that which we may wish not to hear
SO LOOK INTO THE DISTANCE
where fragrance once gestured
for the heat of love dwells within ones soul
AND ALL THE SOUNDS AND SMELLS ARE IN YOUR HEAD

Written June 10, 2001, 7:34 pm
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