Petrichor.

The scent of petrichor hung in the air
A silent kiss from the rain’s adieu
I thought of you then standing there
My heart’s companion, only you.

The daisies sleeping, bowed their heads
The bluebells tucked in their verdant bed
My deceptive feelings fled
leaving passionate words, unsaid.

Suzanne Rollinson.

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