Poetry, Reflection, Nostalgia.
Poetry, Reflection, Nostalgia.
The Arabian Jasmine reminds me of home. Home, where my mind rests, what my soul craves, and in my heart is engraved. Home, a place that reminisces my childhood memories—the lush green where the squirrel scrabbled and the leaves crunched under my swift feet, as I danced and ran through the forest retreat, close to the house where memories and moments meet.
The wind in the trees, the branches that creaked, every whisper and rustle, is that a secret they keep? Home, that's where it takes me. The Arabian Jasmine takes me back home.
What wouldn't I give to relive that feeling? The feeling of home that I so deeply desire. Arabian Jasmine, take me back home.
— Meghna