Petrichor

The feeling of your astral existence resonating with the pleasant petrichor of sweet mornings and fogged windows, as you fall asleep with that book in your hand. Your thoughts in a distant land - a Utopia that promises more than reality, and the eidolon of the once living trapped away in actuality, as you retreat into the serene forest of imagination, looking at the raindrops trickling down the windowpane like remembrance.

Reviews

[Sapientiam]

I actually had to look up the definition of "Petrichor", and I must say, it is very fitting with this poem. The otherworldly, fantastical sense that is portrayed is extremely beautiful and the words simply flow together to weave this picture in the mind that is beyond comprehension. Well done!

[Grey Evanescent]

It has a very serene, calm and beautiful atmosphere. It makes me want to read it again and again.
The words you used seem to naturally guide me to my imaginations. Every lines seems to draw a picture of what you are expressing. A big thumbs up! :)

[AshlynnStyx]

It's smooth until remembrance. I like it.

[Hyorin]

glad you enjoyed it! :)

[AshlynnStyx]

you're welcome :)