Buds burst with splendor
Capture incessant flow of
Seasons in the canvas of life
Trapped in the twirl of
A leaf dew drops shine as
If paused at the edge of a knife
Remembering the love of
The moon, Jasmine shares its
Whiteness in the solemn hour
Of the day as stealing music
From wind heart plays a
Song that is unheard and rare
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From wind heart plays a Song that is unheard and rare A lovely write here Tiku, so full of warth and feelings Annette