rain hit the roof of the house
the strains are like serene jazz music
whisper in the ear to have a sweet dream soon
drought-stricken lands
already started to get wet, some even stagnant
The scent of petrichor is pleasing to the smell
while in the field
there are children enjoying the splash
no matter wet clothes, caught in the wind, or mother's scolding
The most important thing is dissolving boredom
but in another corner of the earth
some cursed the rainy season
as a sign of bad luck
when the river of life rises
mine boats will find it difficult to sail and are afraid of sinking
no more hunting for passengers
June 23, 2022
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Author:
Agus Sanjaya (
Offline) - Published: November 22nd, 2022 07:25
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
I very much enjoyed this .. thank you & welcome to My Poetic Side .. Neville
thank u so much for your attention
you are very welcome
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