To Petrichor (The divine essence of dust)

“Poetry is a spontaneous flow of emotions.” – William Wordsworth

In the year 2016, Her passion for literature grew as strong as a bond between two people, together for years. Her days would begin after dreaming the characters from the book she had read past night.
But since she always felt she belonged to a better place than where she was living in, she would gulp down all the realities, assuming them to be a pill she had been prescribed for a better health.
She finally decided to pen down the words her mind would compile after processing a number of thoughts. The last, she dedicates her words, to the “Petrichor” (the earthy scent after the rain). These pieces of words are now, no more just poetry on papers, kept in her drawers; but a channel to make people read the feelings, they’ve felt a way back.
“Petrichor”, is now, a drawer-full of feelings, over a handful of words.