Jasmine Floris 1750

When the sky
Touches the earth

And the night
Softly descends

Then they fall
Like a cascade

The white
Fine blossoms

So white
So delicate
So powerful

Shimmering matt
In the sparkling starry glow

Warm
And yet gently cool

Sweet
And yet delicately green

Covering gently
Mild wood and fine herbs

Innocence
Only garment