patchouli


patchouli scent is like the travel of a lover
sometimes earth comes inside tiny bottles on the back of camels
walking slow through the dessert
sometimes love does not have to travel
you can smell in the air, nearness of the soil scent
he walked and faced the sun again
nature drunk
with the smell in veins
she grabbed the rays of light from the sun
to touch his hands
with her love she saved
taking steps through the paths leads to huge trees made of old souls
taking steps through the paths leads to tall trees made of your soul