For once,
walk into a hall,
without looking,
through the peephole.
For once,
sing a song,
without reading,
the lyrics first.
For once,
look down,
before taking,
that trusting leap.
For once,
pick the lock,
of that shut tight door,
instead of using the key.
For once,
do something,
that you'd normally rely on,
your instincts to tell you.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
Poetry// Petrichor // // 🌏 the pleasant smell of earth after rain💧// Est. 2014 ~ 20.. Copyright LittleAussieDreamer (Alannah Mills) 2020