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It smells of petrichor tonight,

As I walk back on the winding road towards my home,

But, I look up in the sky,

Finding no clouds,

But you.

Shining like a pearl,

In the dark night sky,

Beaming with glee.

Then, I don’t know from where,

A drop lands on my cheek,

And the wind blows my hair crazily.

Breathing in the aura of the ambiance,

I open my eyes,

To find you,

Beaming with glee.


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