Petrichor Morning

The rain kissed me softly
A gentle, good morning
I woke with a smirk
And a hello, dear
Now I sip my coffee
As sweet, wet adorning
Perfumes the cold dirt
And makes my head clear





Photo by Chris Trinh on Unsplash

Published by december-rose

I'm what you could call perfectly confused... Pursued education in mechanical engineering with a passion for music, always fighting with who I am, who I'm "supposed to be," and typically landing somewhere in the middle. So I put my thoughts here for people to see if they'd like, but never telling anyone I know about it.

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