It’s the smell of innocence.
A flowered haiku to raven
orchid promises, death.
A flowered haiku to raven
orchid promises, death.
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Sultry Soliloquy 
In death’s eye, a pure glimmer.
Orchids fall, a haiku shower
On doves’ wings cooing, life.
It’s like that…