A humid atmosphere
Grows heavy on my shoulders,
Slowly vanishing sound,
Among its petrichor scent.
Only stubborn droplets
Resonate upon the distance,
And fade away,
Amidst the soft haze
~.•.~
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Untold Whispers
PoetryYour time's running, what will you say? What will remain untold? HR #64 in Poetry
