Adriana, Augoustina and Becky,
three delicate night jasmines.
It is quiet now; nothing sings but the wind gushing
through their unfurled blooms.
Their honeyed scent travels, in waves,
and with it reminiscences of their loved ones billow.
As the sun seeps through the leaves of the olive trees one last time,
and whose shadows melt into the sea
the jasmines dance into the night.
