Once my outragous <br />sense <br />could smell yellow, or <br />freshly <br />cut grass, or even your <br />hair, <br />but after life's <br />smolder I lie curled <br />up; shards of shattered <br />skin.<br /><br />Steven Ralph<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/meller-yeller/
