A girl on a crowded train. Her scent, jasmine oil fills my senses, carrying me back to yesteryear.
Your long dark hair scented with jasmine. Your perfume lingering on, engrained in pillows long after you where gone.
A girl on a crowded train. Her scent, jasmine oil fills my senses, carrying me back to yesteryear.
Your long dark hair scented with jasmine. Your perfume lingering on, engrained in pillows long after you where gone.