The mind staggers
enraptured in the arms of joy
to gaze a beautiful woman
sauntering in the sunlight.
I would follow her perfumed trail
and her yellow skirt of intoxication
through a jungle of switchblade knives
to simply see her smile.
It would be lovely to fall in love
beneath a swooning azure sky
and never return to
the deserted boulevards
of my dissatisfied youth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem