The rain pours down arms stretched
Towards the tears dried land
With bands of rainbows
Earthy smell of happiness
So I call every women
The petrichor
From the stars landed
here to make this barren land
A heavenly abode
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Call Me A Feminista
PoetryTo every woman I know and don't. Few words of empowerment for everyone,you, me, my poetic mistress Daydream and women, of course. We are all feminists in one way or the other. So I tried to put it up with the words I could. Also, representing a voic...
