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Puddles, where the remnants of yesterday

Evening rippled, beckon me

To let go of my inhibitions. 

Rains! Their pitter patter! 

In rapturous joy I had twirled, 

Childlike. Alas! They left too soon!

Helpless I feel, as if devoid 

Of love. And then, the aroma of petrichor wafts in,

Reigning in hope for good things to come.


P.C – Abdullah Ahmed from ‘Unsplash’

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