Fragrances of Lost Earth

Anita Nahal
1 min readJun 8, 2020

You know, when the season’s first rains fall, the earth has a special fragrance

Pamper and hug me, if you come across me looking lost

That’s me holding on to diminishing fragrances of my old earth

While seeking to inhale the new one.

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Anita Nahal

Poet, flash fictionist, human, mom, renaissance woman, peace/yoga seeker, professor, dreamer, dancer, rain lover, night owl or early bird poetry writer.