Elusive like
smoke from
lit incense
Whirls lifting
skywards in whorls
slips my senses
through my fingers
a lost memory
vaguely stirs
this fragrance
Jasmine or Champa
Hallucinations
blows rings in
My minds dark ceilings
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Seema Jayaraman,24 Jan 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jasmine or Champa Hallucinations blows rings in...very amazing expression and wise poem is shared here. Nicely penned.10