addictive
enslaving, compelling
ecstatic
northern lights
halo
a vent and running
electricity over our
bodies
nutritional, redeeming
scenic
imagery, a painting that
speaks to you
a sculpture that seems
more real
a running river
a deep ocean
a singing shell
a banquet alone
a Bedouin riding on his horse
towards an oasis
fantasy land
yet so concrete and
touchable
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem