Ah! You are there.

The Moist Soil.

After the first shower,

For half an hour,

The smell of the wet soil,

Reached my nose.

It reached my heart.

Ah! You are there.

I know the smell.

It is my dear.

I felt refreshed.

I know that old scent.

A light emotion which the earth only can make.

It is the milky way.

It is the old purity.

What is still there,

Under a veil of all greed and dust.

I know God cares.


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