Petrichor and Home

a haiku

By Cate MichaelaPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

As the summer ends,

I breathe in your wet skin like

petrichor and home.

love poems

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Cate Michaela

Emerging novelist. Publishing a story about romance and the value of embracing moment with all senses. I thrive on connection, and the ability of art to make people feel something. Vocal is an outlet for my creative energy. Please enjoy!

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Petrichor and Home

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