As I stood on the water bridge of early morning, I saw the far shore in my mind’s eye evanesces into the foothills of the mountains. Suddenly, my reverie was broken As an oar less boat emerged from under the bridge carried by the swift current As I glanced down on the empty boat, I … Continue reading A Scent of Jasmine
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