A blissful aroma spread, Which took away my worries and fret.
It reminded me of my childhood, When I was always in a good mood.
I wish I could go back and be carefree, Close my eyes and sit under a tree.
To smell the fragrance of nature, Which would fill me with memories.
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Petrichor means the smell of soil after it rains. So this is technically the first poem I ever wrote, a bit gawky. Can you find any difference between this and my new works? Have I improved?
