The world appears to move silently
sending her another thought-inspiring
desire, once again to write down in depth, beyond her fondest dreams,this
night of peace of harmony.
She continues her stroll among the
passion vines, wishing she could once
again find another night-blooming flower
of white, its lingering fragrance,teasing
her instincts, through the aroma.
A special flower that blooms, that
once in her life, she saw bloom on at night
under starry skies, with countless ambition
she flawlessly walked draped in a robe of
white, picking up branches of jasmine next
to her, smelling its never-ending sweetness.
How sweet the smell, filling her mind with
thoughts comforting her to write down words
forming beauty, through sights that surround.
Freshness silently flow from the depth of her
source filling her heart with words unveiled
in love sweetness.
