Petrichor
East of where I sleep is the rising sun
reaching to wake me
The patter of soft rain outpaces the light
petrichor rises from below
Climbing through the front window
fills the air with earthly scent
I can only hope that it’s you
disguised as what we both crave
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That last couplet 😭
Love the turn and the line break.
Thank you, Joseph. I appreciate that you read my work and take the time to leave such generous comments.