Budding

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Budding

and not knowing

how the jasmine heart

was ticking, and beating

What was going on

in the world at that moment

besides budding?



Oh how the jasmine

would like to stay as white

always yearning

for the lasting...



No matter how the flower kept silent

it keeps dwelling

in some color

in a sky in a world of its own

in the meaning of memories

when there was nothing

then risen and suddenly blooming

and certainly not knowing

why, or where, or

whom will hold it in the end

whose hand?

which blessing?

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Iyad Eqtefan's picture

Budding..

The essence of existence..

Hold on to your internal beauty and allow the buds to grow more and more
Bless U

Iyad

Ernest Bevans's picture

"and certainly not knowing
why, or where, or
whom will hold it in the end
whose hand?
which blessing?"

Maysoun, it is not for us to know
just be - This is beautiful!
Keep writing - keep being jasmine.

pangan_l_l's picture

Nice and neat. I enjoyed reading it.