In the marks that are to me pillars
Is a love that has endless rivers
Those that run down my soul like healers
Relieving me the fear of any killers
She is the truth I never knew
Hers I taste everyday anew
She’s Jasmine, the flower that is thorn-less
The one that will look up and swallow all rain
This that grotesques the colored tulips and roses
Jasmine is she whom my heart knew before my eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem