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oriental smile ©papa osmubal

oriental smile ©papa osmubal

from clepsidra
camilo pessanha

When I’d walk in the garden
What a scent of jasmine
How white she was with moonlight.

Look I have her with me,
Won over, mine at last,
After dreaming her so long.

Why do I feel sad?
It wasn’t her, it was
(what I wanted to hold)

The hour in the garden,
The scent of the jasmine
Light flooding from the moon.

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