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