I love the scent
of the young jasmine flower
before time files away
the melodious softness
of its white skirts
sprouting amidst the
solemn darkness of
the greenest of the green
that invests its branches
with tranquil shade
as if the turmoil of the earth
could be filtered away
and only sweet balms
crown its delicate petals.
Such a scent evokes
the union of two souls
that never could have parted
that lived through summers
and winters and winds
side by side
like two children
too young then
and now too old
to let go of their hands.

Saúl Balagura

Sept 13, 2020