They met on a hamlet’s way,
Holding umbrellas.
The soft drops of rain,
Trees beside blindfolded.
Staring at each other,
Feeling the peace and love.
The rain was over,
Leaving the petrichor.
They smiled and moved slowly..
Thanks for reading.
They met on a hamlet’s way,
Holding umbrellas.
The soft drops of rain,
Trees beside blindfolded.
Staring at each other,
Feeling the peace and love.
The rain was over,
Leaving the petrichor.
They smiled and moved slowly..
Thanks for reading.
The Feelie