Such a beautiful sight, everything was right; As it should be a centerpiece of a white lily; Blooming peonies, zealous bumblebees; All was perfect, all was well, I simply love it, my garden's smell.
I stand tall on the tip of an iceberg, as it sinks into the depths of the infinite ocean, an azure blanket under thousands of stars. My sharp wit and clever mind cannot save me now; I await my demise, my death, with a brilliant smile and open arms.
I smell petrichor, as dew lands on grass. I smell cinnamon on the bristling autumn leaves. I smell copper as I ***** my finger on a crippled rose. What a blend, such pleasan aromas.