Your fragrance haunts me
It follows me wherever I roam
I am trying to run far…very far away
To the far reaches of this paradoxical world
In search of the eternal sunshine of a spotless mind
But even in this barren desert where I roam
Your fragrance lingers
Carried by the scorching arid winds after sunrise
And in the cold breeze after sunset
The opposing winds chisel desert roses in the sand
I cannot escape it
It will not let me go
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow - this is just chilling... Masterfully done, John!