I miss the scent of jasmines
Saturated with petrichor
That subtly affected your nose
And though I wanted more
A smell that surrounded you
And captured you with handcuffs
You loved the scent of jasmines
And that was enough.
I miss the scent of jasmines
That belied the beautiful flower
I miss the scent of jasmines
In a garden after a rain shower
I now have mists and candles
And far, far stronger stuff
But planted on concrete and metal—
I wish it was enough.
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Anarchy
PoesíaAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.