Shadow: the long shadow is real, my friend.
They must have been special to haunt you in this manner..
A beautiful torture.
The gravity is defined by the permanence of the loss.
W.
Petrichor :
The smell you are describing is petrichor...Its unmistakabl.
A pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather.
When that rain hits the asphalt....pure rush of nostalgia.
Its Bliss.
Thanks for the read
love_light_dmt: Having ridden my bike today, the last lap it was raining on the asphalt. Was already thinking of my favorite scent prior, that plus passing folks mowing their terf so sweet smells like wheatgrass.
This story is great: This story is great
You can read it quickly, but after reading it, you may stop to meditate a lot, and then come back to read it again.
This story is great
" It's so hard to feel good ": Yes, you don't need to live with fear.
You are amazing and initiative..
You have a butterfly soul.
And a feeling thinner than the breeze
I'm deeply moved by your: I'm deeply moved by your gracious and appreciative words. You've done much to keep this site alive. Keep shining, gifted Poet.
Thank you for that comment,: Thank you for that comment, and you should not be embarrassed at all, as you did mention the two most important aspects of the poem---the Star of Bethlehem, and the Magi.
I really appreciate your validation of this particular poem, and the second paragraph of your comment is particularly encouraging for me to continue with more. I am so grateful for all of yours words---Poems and comments---and how much you help this site to thrive.