THE UNKNOWN FRAGRANCE
wet rose, zymosis of heart waves
towards the incline, it's your
shuddering passion
or elf- struck
effect of
mine,
I do not know, it's center point of your -
eyes, which has hidden the
celestial flux, the touch
of unexplored
aromatic
corpus drags the persona towards the
unexpected dream land, life has
becoming more possessive,
to cross the prohibited
boundaries of pious
love, the graph
of obsession travelling through the spirit,