p.o.w.~glinting light

tell me the smell of rain falling from the sky (Wiki Image)

Don’t tell me the moon is shining;
show me the glint of light on broken glass.
~Anton Chekhov

{i love the smell
of fresh rain falling
through pine trees
and washing down
upon me

it is poetry ~
brilliant
wet
emerald
green
~snb}

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