Jasmine
Jasmine
The air was pure with a rich citrus fume
Walking barefoot upon the lavishing green grass
Everything perfect
Everything heavenly
The Jasmine flowers
Some so innocent, sweet, and pure
Others captivating and endlessly puzzling
Then there’s the pale with a tint of sparkling blue ones
They have a elegant aroma that would make everyone in the world enchanted
Everything so bright and wonderful
Until it’s not
What happens when someone touches a yellow Jasmine flower
Now the once endlessly captivating, enchanting, and amazing flower
Has became so deadly to the point where someone wants to have the flower for themselves
But once they try to reach for their desire
They become intoxicated and poisoned
The poison and adrenaline rushes to their brain
They begin to hallucinate
On what’s real and what was just an illusion
Now they wonder, was it worth it?
Was it worth wanting to sacrifice everything for that flower
Even though the flower was the best thing that happened to them
They were so fascinated with the flower
That they didn’t see the thorns.
Now they have been punctured with the thorns
Sitting in the dried dead grass
Watching the blood drip down from their hands
Thinking what have they done
How could they let that happen to them?
The once pure air has become a dark vile cloud of despair
The rich citrus fume now meager
Shards of glass striking into their feet
They are struggling to breathe
Suddenly they stop everything
They stop struggling to breathe
Everything is silent
The darkness drifts away
Everything has become normal again
They no longer see the yellow Jasmine flowers
All they see is a single pale complected with a shade of dazzling diamond blue Jasmine
They reach for the flower
Only no thorns.. no blood..no darkness
No impurity
They wonder will this be different
Or will this be the same thing they have experienced before?
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