While opening the entrance door
early in the morning,
when the sun appears on the horizon
with the sky pale and grey
I smell something unusual.
early in the morning,
when the sun appears on the horizon
with the sky pale and grey
I smell something unusual.
I go down the patio
notice wetness in the ground..
Rains after a month and half,
I dance around in glee.
The pale yellow florets
of the old Neem tree
lie large on the floor.
Like a bed of fluffy cotton
fear trampling on them.
Could experience a tangy,
sour and intense fragrance.
An aroma impregnates the air.
An experience of the senses.
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