The scent in the air has changed -
A sweetness like expanding bark
And leaves breathing, diffused into a sky
Now expressing refreshment, a clean slate -
Always what follows heavy rains and winds,
A glory on heights, gifted to me,
Upon reflection with a cup of tea.
Sometimes the only words that come to me in a day are words that come through poetry. Poetry helps me see the world and the good in it. When darkness clouds the lands, sometimes my words drift away, and poetry brings them back. Here are the only words I have, for today.
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