Velvet night still
mad with her
own fragrance.
Twinkling pieces
of past overwhelm
unaware stars.
Entranced, I watch
surrounding
dissolving in
the fragrant night.
At some hours distance
day is waiting like
a hungry beast.
I crave to hide the
reckless narcissist
night caught in her
own fragrance...
Where?
Velvet dark carve
out enchanting forms.
Spellbound I watch
the play of the
fragrant night.
Day is at
some distance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem