I'm a dethroned perfume.

I am a dethroned perfume, neither cautious nor strident, neither late nor timely late, nor have I given reason to the bears to despise me nor have I read my rights to the perdicator eagles. I am a repentant perfume of their good smell smell smelling whimsily at the compass of the old women walking through the schoolyard, with the intention of only breathing if there is someone in front, under the good that covers me like a shivering shroud; for,…