O jasmine, why do you bloom alone at night,
turning my heart into an endless fight?
I wish your fragrance blessed my daytime, too,
this soul awaits, beneath the empty light.

Jul 1, 2026·1 min read
The Daylight Wait
O jasmine, why do you bloom alone at night,
turning my heart into an endless fight?
I wish your fragrance blessed my daytime, too,
this soul awaits, beneath the empty light.
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