The jasmine grows beside the fence
Its flowers of the purest white,
They touch my soul with deepest joy
As they now shine in morning light.
Like flakes of snow they rest upon
The leafy stems of green surround,
So fragile that my heart would break
If one should fall down to the ground.
The dew does rest in droplets fine
And as the sun does slowly rise,
Between the branches of the trees
A mirror of the dawning skies.
The jasmine grows beside the fence
With radiance like stars above,
As there within the shadows lie
It yields to me a sign of love.
One sight the ordinary picture becomes unforgettable.... Very close poems.... I have recollected my jasmins from mine the childhood... 10x10. Best wishes, Tsira
This is lovely Andrew, it is a lovely flowering plant, and just right for the soul. An uplifting blossom. Sweet read. Loved it. love and hugs Ernestine XXX
good poem, Andrew...gives a pleasing read... you project jasmine as the symbol of pure and sincere love - its white ness indicative...10/10
A very fine poem, , lines are full of imagery and beauty drops from each word, , flow is superb, ,10
Ahh, a capturing poem of beauty, penned with love - each line, divine! Best wishes Andrew! *10*! ! Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The fragrance of your Jasmine is wonderful!