The nude perfume that I wore
Was just my own
The Florets and the leaves
All did mourn
In Sun, In water
Of soil, I was made
In light I have walked
Now in darkness I spread,
A silent silence,
An ugly serenade,
Smeared with Love,
Happily I lay dead! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Perfume indeed touched a soft corner... loved it :) :)