The Perfumed Fantasy
Last night I tried my new perfume spray
With my own fingers I squeezed the nozzle,
Instead of the fine mist of perfume, a thin ray
Came out of it; and asked me to solve a puzzle
Which part of my life I wanted to hide
Which smelly deed, which perspiring nook
I turned back, only to see an enormous tide
Submerging all my stale moments that looked
Like a heap of rotten fish, dumped on the forlorn shore
Where no one ever comes, no one ever goes
All the moments lay before me,through their grey pores
Trickled down my joys, my pains, and there rose
Time, my most intricate friend, like a poet in trance
He waved towards me, and started a magical raindance
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