She wore her emotions
like a sheet of grass on a barren land,
her tears a veritable first shower
under scorching summer sun
and the petrichor rising slowly
spreading the fragrance
of her distant yore,
yet remain refreshed
in the petals of her eyelids
and the thoughts of her soul
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Beautifully penned.
Wow…absolutely stunning 👏👏👍
Beautiful!🙂
Thanks so much
Thanks so much for reading
Thanks so much for reading
Ever since I have read ‘petrichor’ for the first time, it is one of my favourite words. And so this is just out of a prejudice one of my favourites too.
Thanks so much, Moushmi for your beautiful words always. I so appreciate your all read and beautiful comments. Thanks a lot and petrichor is my favorite too
Your welcome🙂
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😊🌸thank you ❤️
Most welcome!
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So beautiful 💕💕💕
Thanks so much, Yasmin. I truly appreciate it ❤️
Doused in the beauty of nature.
Thanks so much