What invokes this sudden ardour? - petrichor And what the taste of our last kiss - sea mist When shall I hear your voice again? - autumn rain upon this weathervane I hang such happiness wrapped in a cold compress petrichor, sea mist and autumn rain
For my MTB prompt: ‘Spanish rain in the Ovillejo‘, we are writing a split 10 line stanza form popularized by Cervantes and written in a tightly wound style of both syllable count and rhyme scheme that befits its translation as ‘a small ball of wool’. Rain is our topic.
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