Sweet night air
Here a wisp
There, comes another
One from the blossoming rubber trees
Another, the leafy banana plantation
Some from jasmine
Night air blowing, stirring
Blending, blending
A mixture of scents
Some you cannot name
Searching and going
In darkness pinning
Some from the rain.
The gentle breeze of the night brings different scents from different quarters. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems " Hope" and " The beauty of death"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kingsley thanks for commenting.