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Mar 2015
(n) the pleasant, earthy
smell after rain.*

I run the palms of my soul over
Spring's yawning breeze.
It leaves its scent on everything.

Pavement dark with drops of what
Would have been snow
Only weeks ago.

I breathe until my lungs hurt,
And exhale smiling.
Clouds black as midnight withdraw

To reveal a crimson sundown
Forcing orange upon foliage;
Warming every leaf cradled drop

Until they're vapour.
Now that the ice
And snow are gone,

I giggle, and step on every
****** crack I
Can find.
SG Holter
Written by
SG Holter  Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)   
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