Petrichor
I saw you in the middle of the road
While the sky weeps
It's as if the world stopped when your life
Fell into bits.
Your face was full of raindrops-
Or should I say your tears?
I envy you-
When you cry, they howl
Fall and crowds await below to catch you
You wander and get lost, they miss you.
But when I'm gone,
I am just...
GONE.
No one comes to find me,
Everyone is blind to my tears,
Ignorant of my existence.
You're like a petrichor,
The smell that people love when it rains.
While I'm just a dust in the wind
Vanishes the moment the sky weeps.
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Always on the 13th Hour
PuisiThis is a collection of prose and poetry, and a bunch of thoughts that keeps me awake every night. This is all about what goes on every 13th hour... if that hour even exists.
