Masterpiece - Poem by Juan Olivarez
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.
The delicate fragrance, of a woman.
Plumerias, exotic, tropical, divine.
And across the western sky,
A divine hand takes,
Up his brushes.
In an unending parade,
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