The world moves on in silence
sending another thought to her
inspirational mind, once again the
poet dreams in depth.

She continues her walk among the
passion vines, wishing she could once
again find her star blooming flower
of white, lingering fragrance, teasing
desire, through the peace of evening
enchantment.

A special flower of the night, that
once in her life, she saw bloom, under
the starry skies, with countless ambition
She flawlessly strolls draped in white,
picking up a branch of jasmine next to
her feet.

How sweet the smell filling her mind with
more words of bliss to write down with
pen on paper, this poet of dreams.


By Derena
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