JASMINE

JASMINE

The scent of jasmine in her hair,
She twirls around the room,
A fantasy of a little girl
Who's grown up much too soon.

She dreams of a fiery dragon
And a knight so brave and strong;
Ah, the fantasy of a little girl
Who longs so much to belong!

Someday her little girl dreams
Will change and she'll forget
The vision of knights and dragon
But the jasmine lingers yet!

Countrymom
edited 4/1/407

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