Petrichor

The warm golden ray peeking through the window
Kissed me, gently, tenderly, sweetly
With it, it came- her lover it seemed- the warm aroma of earth.
The two came into my room
Holding their hands, 
As one.
Slowly moved my bedsheet over,
Caressed me, and swept me over to my verendah.

The drops in the air
Embraced me 
And I hugged it back- it's fragrance took me to another world- with no worries
Petrichor- the wet soil's sigh
On seeing her companion- the rain.
He's the thief of my sorrow
And my soul, 
But his heart is already stolen by the sun rays

So I walk, taking in the scent of someone I can never belong,
Following it's trail
Immersing in it's reminiscence
For I know, he is only there for a moment.
So that moment I cherish,
I hold it close to my heart,
And I keep it deep in my soul.



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