Poetry

Petrichor

petrichor

The air was sweet with maple and pine, and the flowers tasted like sugar and spice as the last of the rain fell and sunbeams broke through the clouds. But nothing compared to the intoxicating scent of your skin that glistened with the same droplets.

Β© Sarah Doughty

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49 thoughts on “Petrichor”

  1. Since you write so beautiful about relationships-love, coud I hire you to write for me to a girl that I really like?…….well, actually there are several so it would be quite the job. IΒ΄ll pay you 10$ for each poem and 50$ If I get it on with the girl

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      1. So youΒ΄re not going to do it?… ItΒ΄s actually a humanitarian thing, so you are telling me that for me to get laid and asking for your help is actually not humanitarian, you should be ashamed of yourself……. you are un- humanitarian

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  2. Reblogged this on La Petit Muse and commented:
    I can feel this. I can sense this. I can taste this. a STUNNING VISUAL MASTERPIECE! Sarah, you keep outdoing yourself with every word you write. This is too beautiful. ❀

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