Warn, what smells? Notice. Lilac? July? Winds? No. It smells like princes and hairdressers, It smells like a dream evening. See: a line through the glass it passed a turning point in a quiet, calm light through the soft mist milk ripple river. < br /> See: snow, snow, snow. See: white garden tive. sunken land in the past. Warn what goes? Failed to warn: Comes princes and hairdressers, White kings and bakers, rustling trees and snow. < br /> Henry Radauskas. Winter Song: Poems. (Thread-Alize cashmira)