Jasmine Poem by David N. Munene
Jasmine
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.
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