Graceful in its guise,
wondrous in its every way,
like she, it is too.
Grappling with the flow of life,
to survive the tides of time.
Where the jasmine grow,
with her whisper in the breeze,
a soft fragrance flow.
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JASMINE was her favourite fragrance. Wherever she was, a faint fragrance of jasmine was.
Awaken your love,
let the breeze bring new seasons,
blooms to see again.
Let not the tears of our parting,
pause the flower bloom again.