Flow Poem by Sravani singampalli

FLOW
As I smell the sweet earthy scent
Of the immature rain
I remember those pleasant moments
I start aging with memories
I see the soft fall of a magnolia flower
And warmth emanates from my saffron love
I get lost in my little world
It stops raining
The first rays of sun
Hit the earth
And somewhere at a corner
A small flower emerges
Out of the rotten leaves
Just like a spark of light
In the decaying darkness
I have become petrichor
I am the fresh perfume
Issued from cardamom thoughts!