Tis that scent....
That drives one mad.
That swallows the web,
And burns on empty.
That turns the page,
And rolls in the dirt.
That sounds like rain,
And falls like thunder.
That strips the soul,
And plunders the mind.
That buries the candle,
To rise as flame.
Tis that scent...
When you enter my solitude!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem