Jasmine Poem by Mina Lotfi

Jasmine



Jasmine smile
Someone under This Window
cry spring, spring
Thirst has gone,
From heart of geranium
And crew say nothing
It was snow melt
And sunset call,
These blue lines
In that pale sky breath.
Moon awake suddenly
Jasmine alone in soil,
Dream spring,
till moorning
In this field.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014
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