The Dewdrop on a Concrete Petal
The city air usually tastes of iron and exhaust, a dry drought
Green Meadow
The Petrichor of Your Touch
The city tonight feels like a garden after an unexpected summer rain—
Dewdrops in the Concrete Garden
The city breathes in neon pulses, a restless forest of steel and
Petals in the Concrete Rain
The city air felt heavy today, like a humid greenhouse where every
Neon Petals in a Concrete Rain
The city breathes in heavy sighs of exhaust and electricity, a dense
The Dew on My Skin is Your Morning Sun
The city is a concrete jungle where my heart often feels like
Bloom in the Concrete Garden
The city pulse hums like a distant beehive, but here against this
Sunlight on Petals: A Momentary Bloom in the Concrete Jungle
The city air usually tastes like iron and exhaust, but today it
Sunlight Caught in a Glass Garden
The city hummed like a distant beehive, yet here I stood in
The Petal’s Softest Sigh at Dusk
The city behind me is a tangled thicket of iron and glass,
Petals in a Concrete Garden
The city air often feels like dry dust on parched leaves, but
Petals in the Salt Spray: A Bloom Between Tides
The city has been a drought in my soul lately, all grey
