You smell like petrichor, lost in the woods,
strangled by the morning fog and your skin,
caressed by the bathed leaves. Oh, so delicately.
It's been so long. But i'm here.
Rain.
You smell like petrichor, lost in the woods,
strangled by the morning fog and your skin,
caressed by the bathed leaves. Oh, so delicately.
It's been so long. But i'm here.