Poem : Fragrance of Jasmine

~Pemba Norbu Shepa~

Night is about to cease her length
Empress moon begins to dim
Silent is the dawn
Trees still

In the lonely dim street
Maneuver I
With the several quick steps
Suddenly, enchanted was I
With the fragrance of Jasmine

Down from the earth
It has crowned that rusty gate
Flowers are small so do leaves
But fragrance pervade
All over the street

I do stop my running feets
Stand, inhale, and inhale again
Overwhelmed my spirit
Every time I made
I wonder to see, touch and pick
Above all want to small again
And again
That fragrance of Jasmine.

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