I scent a message floated to shore…
found papaya and sugar cane stuck to
my door. I opened it up molasses entrapped
.. so after deep tissue massage I scent this back…
on trails of ants upon sand bindi ground
inhaling deep of new surrounds,
palpable soothes over me with each new leaf
and I sniff out mangoes expelled in heat
… bringing cumulus arisen downpours I transmit
endowed delivery, cherubic tropical sweet
easement projections, bound north east,
registered clearly Aromatic Swirled Primal
fragranced delicious for seasonal survival
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I would like to translate this poem
great poem..wonderful...10