EYES
Your brown eyes gave me dreams
And some reasons to live
I wanted to put an end to all of this
But your smile made me keep living
I saw our future in those eyes
A beauty out of ordinary
As if a blessing from a fairy
Believe me I'll try
Will you stay even after I learn to fly?
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Petrichor
PoetryPetrichor (/ˈpɛtrɪkɔːr/) is the earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil. The word is constructed from Greek petra (πέτρα), "rock", or petros (πέτρος), "stone", and īchōr (ἰχώρ), the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythol...
