Jasmine
White
The smell of innocence.
Jasmine white
Pure
An offering for the Lord.
A bunch of Jasmine
For her hair at dusk.
She dances
The world breaker.
Smell of jasmine swirling around her.
She dances all night
Jasmine in her hair.
At dawn she fades.
She fades in to oblivion
Part of the surroundings
Not a part of anyone's landscape of memories and dreams.
Till another dusk.
With Jasmine in her hair.
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