She wore her emotions
like a sheet of grass on a barren land,
her tears a veritable first shower
under scorching summer sun
and the petrichor rising slowly
spreading the fragrance
of her distant yore,
yet remain refreshed
in the petals of her eyelids
and the thoughts of her soul
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