He ran behind a goddess.
'Yes, you can become immune to my scent.'
She whispered.
He is not sure two or three years later in the campus,
He crammed and a goddess came behind him.
Her name is Phenomenon.
And he said; ' Yes, you can become immune to human fragrance
that never evaporates.'
*Longing to long lived Sri Lankan cricket team.(King Ravana's offspring)
Excxellent use of imagery. Another unique poem. Ten, of course. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Priceless. t x