Transient Jasmine
I knew jasmine that you won’t stay for long
Love is always a transient crimson cloud
Rain robs it of all its bud-blooming song
The silence is too deep to cry aloud
Just day dreams under a painful grey shroud
Lovely touches too don’t come to stay on
Nor the thrush when its breast is in frisson
Now the spine in spin as dimples cave in
A little later all the larks are gone
Empty rib cage of the bore lungs within
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01/09/2016: For the contest Dizain Poem II sponsored by Laura Loo
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