I Wish I Smelt Jasmines Giving Their Greetings

I wish I smelt jasmines giving their greetings To a dying Sun whose lasting rays are not The perishable hands of mine that allot Rough or smooth as clear sensations to all things. Those rays are accurate spears hurting a lot The sight of men as well as the air that brings To every beingSigue leyendo “I Wish I Smelt Jasmines Giving Their Greetings”