Trickster (Micro poetry)

Rain

This poem is in continuation of my micro poetry.Please read it here.Rain.   Pitter Patter as it drops slowly  seeps into my soul and make its home with every word, syllable  I create and morph as my quill dances on the papyrus it drenches my soul leaving behind that petrichor an effervescence an everlasting fragrance  it spreads …

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