The intoxicating fragrance
of jasmine
and honeysuckle
wafting through the warm, humid
August dusky air
Treading softly are we
Barefoot on the grass
Letting the tiny dewy droplets
Tickle between our toes
As we cross the ever darkening
meadow
Then so lost are we
in the magical mystery
of the steamy night
and so found are we
Held in the starlit sky’s
comforting caress
Okay, your turn:
What is it about the fragrant blossoms in full force with the night quickly approaching that is so alluring? Does this poem take you there?
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