Petrichor

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Upon the wide plateaus of his chest

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Upon the wide plateaus of his chest.
The sky curled up into a warm circle.
Unburdening mists of woe she rests,
Upon the lands that she marked purple.

The sable forests of his dense mane,
Sundered into untrodden pale trails.
As the winds caressed away his pain,
Fell in a slumber away from his travails.

Cadence of his heart, the sky perceived,
With her ears pressed against his ribs.
She was rocked gently as his chest heaved,
Into the worlds of reverie, the sky slips.

In the halcyon days of winter's encore,
The land kissed the sky with petrichor.

In the halcyon days of winter's encore, The land kissed the sky with petrichor

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