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Post by Dunstan Attard on Jun 13, 2007 0:49:20 GMT -5
is that the scent of jasmine my darling that fills this night with moons that floods the virgin maybes with gentle orange tunes that brings to leafy memory the noons in my childhood street full of narrow weightless dreams embracing summer heat among the gentle urban sounds of horses sleeping in their barn remembering the shadows of our tiny footsteps rejoicing in a state of time.
is that the smell of jasmine my darling or my longing for those childhood days that to my street i may return through gallant trodden ways knowing that those tiny footsteps lead to your lingering notes where time is forever present in perfect jasmine boats [/center]
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Post by Shell on Jun 17, 2007 12:06:19 GMT -5
I adore jasmine! This poem swept over me - melodious and romantically delightful nostalgia.
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