I breathe as petrichor ripe with verve swirls
round pewter skies. Tick tock goes the clock.
I sigh asudden came thought to mind — Oui,
L’amour regle tout. Passion pierces deep as
tidings warm and true; reach disquieted ear
and soothe as though on cue.
Photo credits: Picture taken from Samsung mobile.
Posted for Quadrille 20 @ dVerse Poets Pub
Posted on the Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads