july : 28th
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you are beauty personified ;
i knew it from the moment
my gaze struck your face ─
like a rose bud at dawn.you must emanate the enticing aroma
of jasmine and petrichor,
i was the dry earth ─
thirsty for your rainclouds.but your evanescence
wasn't surprising ;
knee-high boots splashing
on the pools ─
formed in the crevices of my heart.you'd return, won't you?
like the pouring rain,
i promise i'd keep my windows open
this time ;
and i'd allow myself ─
to be soaked in your exhilaritaion.── thunderstorm.
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a/n : yes, i'm a pluviophile! :)
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