Petrichor
Like soil like my soul,
Dust walks on dust,
Thirsty to the Love
To the Blessings from Above
Once the first Grace tickles the dry core
Scent of damp life within blooms
Time our green beauties grow.
Socalledpoetry of Biba @2020
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So-called Poetry of Biba 