Meet Me at the Jasmine Tree
By Daisy Dai
Meet me at the jasmine tree,
right underneath where the marigolds breathe.
We’ll have a laugh while sipping jasmine tea,
on a soft knitted blanket big enough for three.
But it’ll be just us, sipping tea.
We’ll laugh and breathe
that floral jasmine air, admiring
the yellow-orange hue of those funny marigolds.
We’ll sit until our tea grows cold,
and the skies start matching
the yellow-orange hue of those funny marigolds.
I’ll brush the hair falling so neatly
across your eyes, and kiss you gently
as the stars begin to rise, whispering:
Thank you for meeting me at the jasmine tree,
right underneath where the marigolds breathe.
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