This morning and the jasmine bloom. Fragments of some forgotten wrong. Pride and hurt, a few pretenses. I cannot forget you, not one bit! The moment I turn away, I drown in verse. To hold you close, to keep you near. In all my unspoken sentences. Even writing you, I don't forget! Some reckless, slow-burning evening. The barn owl's intoxicated eyes. My turbulent storm and fountain. I will never let you go! Dust gathers in heaps on book pages. Those old bird-call signals. My pen and notebook—they're distracted. Still, I will never lose you! This spring, love doesn't take hold. Evening doesn't linger in the mind. My season of bloom won't pass. That's why I never let you go!
Morning and Jasmine Flowers
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