Slow summer evening infused with petrichor,
I sit dreaming into the neon lights past the glass door..
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Whiff of Jasmine
Memories of those hot summer nights,
Our chatter overhanging the dim streetlights..
Waiting to Bloom
Harsh winters make me desolate,
Yearning for the sun rays that illuminate..
The Lucid Monk 