Far way the difference
Forgot the Jasmine Fragrance
I thought without you
with the concrete view.
I hate the fate of a creator
who never knows the time he rides.
Far way the pollen grains are gliding by
the Sun still Shines.
In search of mine
with a glass of wine.
I heard the sound of mind
In search of love of Wind.
The breeze is still there
but, no fragrance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem makes me think of fragrance, and the lack there of, being symbolic of no incense which indicate a lack of prayer! The search of love of Wind will bring the fragrance. interesting poem! ; D