Scents often
Remind us of things –
A certain road
A certain sunset
Remind us of certain
Eyes in the mist
A line in a song
Empathy and care…
Scents often
Spray memories
Of roots and bark
In a certain forest
Concealed behind
Layers of soil
And suddenly
It’s rained upon…
It rains gently
Cleaning the dust
The scent of the forest
Reminds you of things…
You now remember
Yet another
Which is she – yet
In another mist…
Varand
Translated By: Tatul Sonentz
Friday, October 3, 2008
MAGICAL 2
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