Monsoon enchantments
Petrichor
Creates a magic on its own
The whistling of the wind
The swaying of the trees
Those first drops of rain
Marking the end of the hot summer
spell
The heart begins to sing again
Spirits lifted high
New hopes & dreams
It’s Nature’s present
A reprieve
Copyright © Apurva Prabhudesai | Year Posted 2024
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