When poetry meets perfume, something magical happens..
And what am I
if not a whisper in the wind…
I can only write what sits heavy on the heart.
As soon as it’s done, thoughts wander off…
When poetry meets perfume, something magical happens..
And what am I
if not a whisper in the wind…
I can only write what sits heavy on the heart.
As soon as it’s done, thoughts wander off…
Words and Pictures from the Middle East
Olfactory Opinions from Oz
Casting Memories into Stone