Petrichor

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It is unnatural

To make the peony grow backwards

But you can without trouble

Pull away her petals.

Find a balance, equanimity

Feel the rush of the ocean

Beneath the surface of your skin

And dance

Lightly, like a seldom

Falling leaf in the

Unknown and uncertain cold air-

A surge of air.

And you breathe

Clouds- it is unnatural to

Swim in a frozen lake or revive those long dead.

But we try.