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The Return Of My Valley of Jasmine
A long time back……
In the misty morning dawns,
When the sky was a slivery gray
And the wind was smeared with a
A fragrant dewy spray…….
In winter, summer and in monsoon,
Bloomed thousand roses, dahlias, lilacs,
And plants colored emerald green,
And in the deep gorge lay my Valley
Filled with fragrant tiny white jasmine.
They blossomed under a canopy of red rhododendrons,
Amidst thousands of dry twigs and tiny thorns;
Bees, sparrows and seagulls would fly
Under a pale morning light
Far into the misty morning sky….
Passed a thousand summer,
A thousand autumn and spring
My Valley of tiny white jasmine
Melted away like an early morning dream.
The roses, dahlias, and lilacs,
And the red canopy of rhododendrons,
And the millions of dry twigs and thorns,
The bees, sparrow, and seagulls,
And the fragrant dewy spray,
Melted and was lost forever,
In the scorching mid-day ray.
One Wintry evening,
I saw a silvery light,
You stood as a vision
To my lonely sight;
In a gentle voice you said,
“I bring you honey,
I bring you dew,
I bring you a pale sunshine too.
Also, in my basket,
I have for you,
Roses, dahlias, and lilacs a few;
Can you hear the melody
Of your misty morning dream?
I bring your Valley full of
Wet and fragrant white jasmine.”