To thee, O Night Jasmine - 3
Grateful and content
That we get not all we want
To spend the present,
Feeling always glad--
By so doing even more
Happiness we add.
And when dawns the day,
O fallen fairy on ground,
That scent of decay
And beauty of thine
With that heavenly fragrance
Fuels my face all day.
In garden of life
Ye Jasmine are a poet
That says O where’s strife!
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Tercet |08.03.2025| flowers
Note: Night-blossoming jasmines never fail to charm me. Jasmine, they say, was a princess in paradise, in love of Sun, who thwarted her, and she threw her life and died and was born as Jasmine flower, hating Sun to love the cool silver of Moon. Ever since she spreads her fragrance only at night and falls off before dawn. One of simplest and plain looking flowers, all white, six petals, with a reddish dot in the middle, and what fascinating fragrance!
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