Jasmine

The sniff
lingers
between the hills and the mountain
a sniff to overcome a dismay,
a snippet of a saint
through the threads of fragile life.
Jasmine- a floral drop of snow
now between my knuckles,
rubbing
against my pillow
a cry for dreams,
a lotus shaped prayer.
Jasmine- a quiet nostalgic hope,
prayers about fairies and daydreams,
The sun and the waters,
echoing wool of the sunburn.
The sniff-
my mother's voice
an elastic memory
of tales and despair.
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Crimson skins – US
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7 Comments

  1. Really beautiful poem, really brings out the nostalgic sense. 😀 Also a suggestion, if you want to tag your website and book in your posts, try using a different block like a quote or even an image block to draw some attention to it! Alternately, you can use a button block which could be easier for the people to see and click on to take them to the website or the book. Hope this helps in some way!
    Keep writing!

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