Saturday, February 2, 2019

AROMA


Roar of clouds,
Penetrates anger
Drop by drop...
Comes far away
In earth's embrace
To sob......
Sprinkles & sand
Life & leaves
Unites to mop......

This fragrance 
Of first rain
Drives me
Insane....

This aroma
Captures my senses
Leaving nothing behind but traces......

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