Monday, August 31, 2009
Thoughts of jasmin
T he sweet smell of the early morning air laden with jasmine scents, softly reminded me I was there and invading my senses stripped my soul bare of the tiredness and stiffness of the city where I'd dwelled. I remembered that place. Every childhood morning I had woken up to its music, to mockingbirds singing praise, to the hush of the wind rushing through the cornfields, and to that limpid blue sky which sight made even the weeping willows smile. I was very little, but I remembered well the...
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