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Rain
September rains,
In the evening,
The clouds grey,
And grumbling,
The smell of earth,
And petrichor,
With memories
Of things before.
In the evening,
The clouds grey,
And grumbling,
The smell of earth,
And petrichor,
With memories
Of things before.
Published 7th Sep 2024
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7th Sep 2024 11:20pm
perhaps the rain will clear the air making room for more memories to be made,,,I liked this..
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