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Jasmine Jingle
Be it fresh the redolent wind,
Brave the chime anew breath favor,
Tame the flame that incense hath singe,
Jasmine fills the air to savor.
Trades crosses a righteous room's length,
Brocade drapes flutter in its wake,
Scents enthralled magnify its strength,
Sounds heard of an opening gate.
Words intermingle voice is heard,
A lyre is played, softly it tunes,
Gentle music mixed with a word,
A male sings enchantingly croons.
Mystique magic of the Far East,
Patrons calm in a Jasmine mist.
2020 February 03
howmanysyllables;
14 lines x 8 syllables per = 112 syllables total
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