Last Sayonara
Smell
the most
precious
and last sense
to go
Its
lingering
fragrance
vanishing
slow
A
single
carnation
a bright
yellow rose
Through
deafness
and darkness
till death
—wafting so
(The New Room: December, 2023)
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