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The scent of jasmine
Drifting from your hair
Strikes my head in the morn
Wakes me up from a slumber
I look for you at
The pond sitting on stair
Shedding sleep from face
Basking body in morning glare
Wish I could be there
As down into water you go
In a light feet to wash your
Beauty to give it a divine glow
Copyright @Tiku 04/09/2015
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