The evening breeze,
Undulating the leaves,
On the trees.
Brings the scent of,
Jasmine, to my olfactory nerves.
Night Blooming Jasmine.
And oleanders, sweet,
So deadly, oleanders.
In reds and yellows to please the optic nerve.
And plumerias,
The delicate fragrance, of a woman.
Plumerias, exotic, tropical, divine.
And across the western sky,
A divine hand takes,
Up his brushes.
Another masterpiece,
In an unending parade,
Of masterpieces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem