it is not something done in vain
it does not make a sound
it also is not a game
it does not run around
it does not take aim
it can always be found
it is the smell of rain
on the cool earthy ground
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryInspired by The Girl Who Waited, Emily Pond <3 DISCLAIMER: I do not own that cover photo. Credit goes to whoever owns it :)
