The old wooden shop
On the corner of the street
The smell of jasmine made me stop
Bees humming around the nectar, sweet.
I went to the shop again
The smell wouldn't leave me
Saw nothing but bare ground, plain.
They had to tear it down, love
Said the old stranger
I saw the smells all dissolve
Was I its last customer?
It's been a tale of time
Change is always looming
A last flower I left on the corner,
Jasmine for the bees.
Nov 2, 2024
Nov 2, 2024 at 10:21 PM UTC
The old wooden shop
On the corner of the street
The smell of jasmine made me stop
Bees humming around the nectar, sweet.
I went to the shop again
The smell wouldn't leave me
Saw nothing but bare ground, plain.
They had to tear it down, love
Said the old stranger
I saw the smells all dissolve
Was I its last customer?
It's been a tale of time
Change is always looming
A last flower I left on the corner,
Jasmine for the bees.
Change is always painful, everybody grieves differently.
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