Amber Glow and the Scent of Rain-Washed Jasmine
The city usually feels like a concrete forest where I am but
Green Meadow
When the Watercolor Heart Blooms
The city had become a grey fog in my lungs, but here
The Scent of Sun-Drenched Apricots
For months, my heart had felt like a winter garden—dormant and
Where the City Breathes in Blue
The city behind me is a forest of concrete and glass, but
The Morning Dew Within My Skin
Outside the window, a sudden spring drizzle is washing away the city&
Sun-Drenched Pavement and the Scent of Mint
The city is a concrete forest that usually breathes exhaust and indifference,
The Sun-Drenched Silence Between Us
My heart had become like a winter-dormant seed, buried under layers of
The Scent of Rain-Washed Jasmine
I stood before the red brick walls, feeling like a single white
The Scent of Summer Rain on Glass
I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, my heart fluttering like a young
Where the Salt Air Meets My Heartbeat
The city had become a concrete garden where I was merely an
Where the Salt Wind Whispers Your Name
I left the city when my heart felt like a drought-stricken field,
Where the Tide Whispers Your Name
For years, my heart had been like a city garden in mid-winter—
