First 30 Friday May 2025 Posted by Bill Bisgood in people, poem, Poetry, Quatrain, short story, Thoughts ≈ 2 Comments Tagspeople, poem, Poetry, Quatrain those first spots of rain that first whisper of breeze those first silent sighs that first tugged heartstring Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
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That first smell of petrichor.
So emotive.