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Green And White


A pleasant smell
brings me to the place.

It is like Jasmine
I say to myself.

Turning nosy
I walk to the garden.

Last I saw Jasmine
was a year ago.

It is the season,
the flowers are there.

Fantasy lies in the fragrance
unique to the soil.

Madurai Malli, as known
blossoms with a delicacy.

The garden glitters
in a greenish white hue.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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