Jasmine flower (Photo credit: snopek)
The evening is drawing close,the day is done.
The tieless rain is dripping at intervals.
Sitting alone in the corner what am I thinking__
what message the confidante breeze is leaving, Jasmine in the woods.
My heart is pounding I cannot find the reason__
the fragrance of the wet flowers makes my heart weep.
What tune can I play to fill the hours of the night_
what anxiety is distracting me I wonder__
Is it the tieless rain dripping at intervals?
frightfully wondrous things happen here.
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A daily selection of the best content published on WordPress, collected for you by humans who love to read.
The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.
I have a lot of thoughts. Sometimes they're kind of inspirational and sometimes they're just kind of dumb.
Entertainment for those expecting the apocalypse.
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