Breeze full of promise

Breeze full of promise

As I lie in my bed,
The sound of cars in the night
On a nearby road, 
Remind me of the sea.

I imagine dark waves
Surging outside my window,
Instead of broken pavements
And discarded chicken bones.

As I wait for the bus, 
Something fragrant breaks through
the exhaust fumes:
The scent of jasmine.

I remember warm evenings,
Kerosene lamps,
Breeze full of promise,
Nights full of stars.

As I walk through backstreets
At 8.20pm,
The sky is still light; 
The day not dead.

I search.
Yearn.
Not for the past,
But for the hope it still holds.

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