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10/03/2020
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Desert Wind
The nights in the desert are fresh, often cold,
what luck in the oasis of hold.
Cedars hem them in,
in the middle of a lemon grove Masses of Angelica lines the paths,
tender geraniums decorate the animal enclosures.
But wait, where is this freshness now?
I almost think I'm sweating should all this be just a fatamorgana?
I open my eyes, I lie in the sand,
sunburn all over the skin.
A wind, at first soft like smoke,
wears spices to my nose, cardamom I mean too I wish for grasses, in my fantasies they are there too,
I roll on my stomach looking for coolness The heat almost singed my guts out I dream myself away, instead of heat is warmth The Scirocco now actually stormy and loud,
caresses so gently over my skin.
I fantasize and escape reality even further,
Musk is now the spice companion.
Patchouli waves from sand
penetrate every crack in my robe I know that if I lie down now they will soon cover my body
There's freshness again, I can hardly believe it actually lean against a tree.
It's the cedar that gives me shade,
i was never blinded by the sun in the desert
This fragrance actually makes this arc from freshness, to the spicy desert wind, and back to freshness, which then still carries remnants of the desert wind in it.
In any case an interesting scent for a test.
Thanks Nui, for the interest.
what luck in the oasis of hold.
Cedars hem them in,
in the middle of a lemon grove Masses of Angelica lines the paths,
tender geraniums decorate the animal enclosures.
But wait, where is this freshness now?
I almost think I'm sweating should all this be just a fatamorgana?
I open my eyes, I lie in the sand,
sunburn all over the skin.
A wind, at first soft like smoke,
wears spices to my nose, cardamom I mean too I wish for grasses, in my fantasies they are there too,
I roll on my stomach looking for coolness The heat almost singed my guts out I dream myself away, instead of heat is warmth The Scirocco now actually stormy and loud,
caresses so gently over my skin.
I fantasize and escape reality even further,
Musk is now the spice companion.
Patchouli waves from sand
penetrate every crack in my robe I know that if I lie down now they will soon cover my body
There's freshness again, I can hardly believe it actually lean against a tree.
It's the cedar that gives me shade,
i was never blinded by the sun in the desert
This fragrance actually makes this arc from freshness, to the spicy desert wind, and back to freshness, which then still carries remnants of the desert wind in it.
In any case an interesting scent for a test.
Thanks Nui, for the interest.
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