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Petrichor

As I walk my solitary path
It starts spitting dazzles
And me- dust walks on dust
Both of us dry and shackled
Life’s sun has burned our greens.

Both- thirsty to the drops of love
To the Blessings From Above
Once the first grace tickles the dry core
The scent of damp life within blooms
The time our green beauties grow.

S.C.P.Biba

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