Petrichor Trace

Art, The Universal Language

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Rotten tea drops fall off the wooden roof shingle

I woke up with plaster dew single in stable

Weekend old jacket and clothes, wool socks and sweather

But there you knocked in my window

Took my high mud boots across the threshold door

Met your golden jewelry and your hands full of mud

Grabbed your elbow, your pigtail silk bow next to the cold mint well

And then I helped you pull, 'till the afternoon

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Tasting walnut resins with dust

Around the boards composing the loft

Into the #Chanel hay

That turns my rats gay

'You stared at me all day, you baffle!

You messed your skirt in manure

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[petrichortrace]

Was traveling a long distance. As long as the time we last talked. We never saw each other in real life. Really interesting way of looking in it's depth right from the edge of your home as yoir mother insists that I need to accommodate there. She remembered me as my bypass news spread.

I knew that on your forehead I can read that you have a boyfriend. That is the explanation of your avoidance. But even myself won't chase your tail. I always exhale when I pass you by. You look grown but last time you were a kid. By mistake, we all have our businesses and you never exchanged a word of your voice.

So I been around the markets, up the mountain and shooting multiple destinations of our track with my traveling pal. We do have a timing he insists to. We got to get to a buss to catch another plane. That was a happening.

So we pack our bags and in the warm rush outside of your home is that you call me holding a camera. I do see you flesh and bones now, directly. So you want a picture of me. Oh, no. With me!

So after all, how can we leave like this. Come outside in the street. There, near a bridge; watch for the sun, don't block my view. My pal works on the camera's framework and we obey next to each other's shoulder. I feel she grew a little tall. I do catch her hand this shot. This time he will get it right.. fixing the camera. I'm closing by. Moments like this always make a picture difficult to steal. Cars pass by, sun beats the wrong side but when we got set and ready, I thought, why not WITH A KISS

[petrichortrace]

Fallen from Grace

Hanging on to the rocks and onto each other

Facing upwards on our backs

Floating in the dark night sky

As the sea pulls us further from the shore

The underblanket darkness

When the water is warmer than day-to-day life

I offer you a way you have not seen before

You see how moon presents

The yellow moon as I see it myself

Now you see it yourself

Back up the surface we are far off

Swimming to the same cliff

And today we met for the first time

In a journal of first times

Whose pages go with the breeze

On another sky with beter senses

There is no chaos, there is just people

Kissing each other behind walls

That now lead to other paths

They seem to be together elsewhere

Crushing walls won't bring us together

We cheat with the Universe ways all the time

We want to go down those paths against ourselves

We know things happen when we catch the wave

There was no wave, I created it

The crickets turn into an angelic choir

You got close to me, but life's not on my side

It's unsustainable, I played God

[petrichortrace]

Depressed love

Can we,

When the world is falling apart

To be our own clothes instead stripping down

While making lugubrious love

Among our greatest castles that crackup

A lifetime of accomplishments, standing in the Sun

Their beautiful sumbeam colors

Shattering to dust on our shoulders

All mortars we have ever placed a brick on

Are eating itselves

One by one, careers and hopes

Taken by the wind, away, go into vertigo

Blur shapes of people with torches of hope

Are like nostalgic traveling birds

From other dimensions

They just bring down the volume

Every time they fail

As there is a sweet taste into sadness

And it's superior rightness

That you cannot dismiss

The lasting loyal mith

Your orgasm in all it's splendor

'Let it be, let it be, sadder! sadder!

You continue being sublime

When your golden hour sets, you appear as sunrise.

Like a dear melody

Thin sea waves crushing at your feet

When you try figuring the stars out

I play you like an instrument

Sttewing with cream stroke up on the new morning sky