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Drenched in midsummer sunset hue,
returning home,
I drive with the petrichor in the air,
already I smell her jasmine studded hair.
I hear the soft tinkle of the anklets,
as she hurries to find me at the gate,
a smile of relief greets me,
I laugh- what danger is there?
I drive with the petrichor in the air,
already I smell her jasmine studded hair.
I hear the soft tinkle of the anklets,
as she hurries to find me at the gate,
a smile of relief greets me,
I laugh- what danger is there?
-Manisha
A way to reflect the happiness and the beauty in life when we take a break and remember all the good out and around us. Also, the poem perfectly matches the image you found :3
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