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green as a spring
with breezes to warm
moving, whispering murmers
lush in its bed of silence
the Jasmine seeks for me
freely moving
dancing among them
i listen to their song
smelling the fragrance of their peace
the Jasmine sings for me.
running and fleeing
rushing and racing
picking of the pace
directing my fleet feet
the Jasmine calls me Home
By Channon Lang
copyright 1999