Lovely, lovely poem.

Then I don’t. I want to go out.
Sniff the air smelling of rain.
The after shower earth. Petrichor.
Feel the rains crying Freedom.
For once oblivious of my human
impediments,I want to breathe life.
Wetting My Sole
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Monoreena Acharjee Majumdar
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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Oct 19, 2021
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Lovely, lovely poem. And petichor is one of my favorite words - its sound, its definition, its innate poetry.
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Written by Jenine Bsharah Baines3K Followers
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J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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