WHEN YOU CAN SMELL THE SEASONS
Watch a raft pass by that land! A ghastly squall. Many ran away at that sharp blast. A scandal at last. An array of stanzas. Balls and waltzs, Classy art. Balmy rays. Stagnant swamps. Glass shards crash afar. Tracks halt. Stars spark. Back at that abyss. Stark mad. As dark as ash scraps. What a fall that was!
