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Petrichor

autumn leaves and clouds of grey
Mist filling the sky on this dreary day
Windows open as I feel the breeze
The smell of Petrichor puts my weary soul, at ease.
Time stands still, as I feel perplexed
With the wonder of what season will enter my life next.
 
K.M.

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