There is no rain yet ,
but there is the prompting of it ,
fragrance of the earth
blending with water,
a rare scent , attar-mitti ,
smell of the first rain
touching the earth ,
vaporising,
infusing
into the air around .
akash
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Wow! Akash attar mitti is my favorite. ever since i came to US I miss it alot. Here mitti is not as fragrat as in Pakistan. thanks for the beautiful poem.
Dear Shabana ,
Wait for the first rain to understand attar-mitti .
Good to hear from you after a long time .
Thank you .
akash
I read this aloud... these words... they sound beautiful read aloud
Synchronicity ......
shall I use the word ?
Just a while ago I left a comment on your site .
Thank you , enreal , for reading
aloud .
akash
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