you said:
old men smell like nuts,
and greying tree limbs...
wet ashes after the rain...
you smell like
the book on the shelf,
that goes unnoticed,
and needs to be read!
and we probably smell like
the broken glass, the limbs
on the car, the rain drenched seat...
and love stains aged
from under the wheel,
in the gravel drive
of an old abandoned house!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At least the smell perception still strong :) and some memories smell so alive when no smell really smelt...so we can say the smell come from our mind, where all processes chemical, experience and taste bind to mind...in brain...a same space where memory kept safely_Unwritten Soul