Petrichor
The lingering smell of a hopeless romantic.
By Lillith.PoetryPublished 4 months ago • 1 min read
I always did love the smell after a storm.
Perhaps that’s why I always stay.
About the Creator
Lillith.Poetry
My writing, my poetry, it’s chaotic. But it’s the chaos in thoughts, words, and the scribbled letters in torn journals that brings me tranquility.
I’m just a poet who is obsessed with words that mean more than what they read to be.
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