The Scent

It creeps in tenderly,

Like a deer,

But it’s not the prey.

It freezes the moments naturally,

Like a snow storm,

Chilling everything with a sway.

It is emotionless,

Yet it carries feelings,

Of yesterdays.

It comes to take, though,

It leaves a scent behind,

Of all the memories in rewind.

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