word of the day: petrichor 

the fragrance of the rain, that scent of petrichor,

reminds me of the floral times that i once had before.

if i could bottle youth, distil the hours splendid,

i'd wear those aromatic dreams and live as I remembered — 

          those rosy-dawn embraces, those dahlia delights, 

          those calla-lily kisses, adornment in the night! 

oh, all you lively lasses and all you muscled men, 

play out your nectar days, for you won't see them again!