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He sleeps beneath the blossoming bows of jasmine in this breezy summer night.
The call of the flowers fills the hearts of lonely travelers afar.
Flowing from vale to vale, its fragrance beckon to the weary legs,
Like the sirens who had once enticed the returning Greeks.
And as they arrive what do they behold! A solitary bed,
Nestled under the Jasmine and Elder grooves,
Requiem for a love long lost.
Angels sigh in the wind
As sweet petals descend upon the grave of my beloved.
The silver of the moon cradle my sweet in blissful repose.
©asamvav111
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