Petrichor






Petrichor

Youth, 

here's to hoping that I will wander under your lamppost 

where who we will ever be are 

kindred spirits beneath slanted roofs

you perhaps said

let's take a train to the midnight garden 

I would turn jagged mounds to bits of dreams 

fragments of reality

but I sprinkled stars into your palms like sand

hoping that two year's time will mend


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