Avoided Like The Plague Comments

There's something in the air Maybe it's the smell That in advance does foretell A difference in habits Of the body one inhabits. Perhaps a bit of perfume Will suggest flowers in bloom And suddenly one will be The center of sociability. Then again, Does one really need those as a friend Who uses such as a measure Of those with whom they adventure. s

Sad but great poem. Good write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Dream world.