Jasmines
A jasmine tree called my silence. With a scent-full voice, it cried: “Write your love down! Set your letters up high! Free yourself! Off sins, off their seamless prison and give life, make my flowers bloom. Hearken to your fingers, -your heart- Tame his smiles; to melodies upon your dreams. Bedew your lips then, with a few dewdrops of his eyes, and smile him into paintings”. My hands grew wearisome; if, alone, I left you ink on my notes. Yet as you appear inside, I return to you; crying after... Sign in to see full entry.