after the first rain
the smell of earth filled the air
& the tree of lungs inside me
ozone tickled my senses
as every fibre reached & thrilled
i could not get enough of it all
after the last pain
i put her memory behind me
tho’ saddened i faced a new day
& now i’m learning to live again
now i’m learning to breathe again
after drought the rains always come
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
unbolt me 
Un petit bonjour, de mes vacances ensoleillées
De mon séjour à AIX LES BAINS
Ici le repos a été garanti
Entouré de montagnes et son joli lac
Le paysage, est très joli
Le bleu du lac et du ciel aussi
Je me suis fait des amis
Ils sont formidables
L’après-midi petite randonnée en montagne
Ou une balade le long du lac du Bourget
Mais avant partir, après chaque diner
Petite sieste journalière
J’espère que le soir ne pas revenir avec des douleurs
Nous verrons cela prochainement
Et toi de ton coté, en as-tu bien profité
En attente reçois une bise amicale ton ami Bernard
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Merci! 🙂
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Sad, but into each life a little rain must fall, or? Nicely written, Tony & Tetiana!
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Sadly, so true. Thank you, Susi!
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You’re welcome!
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That is the best smell. It’s actually the soil releasing…nitrogen I think.
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I love this smell too, Gary. It smells like life.
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Yes. Oh to bottle it like time, right?
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Absolutely. 😛
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But use wisely a drop at a time.
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And, life goes on.
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That it does!
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So not like you and so excellent, Tony!
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Aw, thanks, Dolly! 😊
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The pleasure is mine, Tony. 😻
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I like the poem a lot. I still hate petrichor, however.
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That’s understandable. We can’t all like the same thing, that’s for sure!
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