A sojourn it is.
❝His scent is petrichor. He shall always be the golden page of my recollections, of beautiful memories. The greatest archer of the time❞
Derived from the Sanskrit word स्मरण (smaraṇa, "the act of remembrance, remembrance, reminisc...
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“ She awaits the rain like a writer embraces metaphors, Of rain that washes away the Petrichor it brings, A downpour of a hail of bullets and she calls it spring. ” ~
Sanhita Baruha
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“I think I was searching for treasures or stones in the clearest of pools, When your face, like the Moon in a well where I might wish..... Might well wish for the iced fire of your kiss; only on water my lips, Where your face was reflected, lovely, not really there when I turned to look behind at the emptying air ” ~
