Liiindooos…Meus Amorees
Eleven seconds is all it takes
For the sky to turn crimson and
Daring. When the lights of the
Sun’s promises disappears and
Grey settles across the sky like
The soft wind blowing sheets
Hanging on clotheslines. There’s
A sudden stir in our world, a
Change of pace, a chance of
Rain. But this is how it feels
To be alive, and all that matters
Is the petrichor left behind, and
How you accept it’s presence.
