Every night I go to the window to look at
The little bud that grows each day.
Today it's white like silk.
Jasmine is expecting to bloom.
I can not wait for daylight.
In the morning, I look to see if it's awake.
The bloom gives a small tremble of joy.
It knows I dreamt, wrapped in silk sheets.
The white Goddess flower opens wide.
I am softly hugged by its fragrance.
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Author:
amethyste (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Collaboration Amethyste & Jimusic
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Comments3
A good poem marked by anthropomorphism that makes the bloom tender and human like. Very nice
It was a collaboration with a friend. Hugs.
A flower with human quality's, enjoyable read
Thank you. Hugs.
You are very welcome
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