She was like the wind,
Untamed and unarmed,
He came along like a ship,
She blew at his orders ,
He left her as he reached land,
She was left all alone,
Wounded and dependent,
But then she remembered,
She was the wind, thus,
She swirled and raced,
To break his ties,
And then she flew and flew,
Until the blood clot and heal,
And tears ran dry.
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Petrichor
PoetrySoon after the cruelly and devilishly beautiful rain, petrichor fills your nose if you aren't the one who ignores the murderous downpour in your private cabin. The smell of the rejuvenated sand is all what you feel when your feet explores nature's m...
