Amidst the gushing of the torrent ocean, Between the scintillating ships floating by, Here the soul hides and the heart flaunts to find it, Blowing are her fleaks, in the magic of poetry, Flying are the feathers of love Dancing on the melody of psithurism, She found her eerie old self, somewhere buried in the petrichor Of the rain of unfathomable words... Hey all, Here comes our first word prompt of Wednesday Wisdom weekly challenge. “PSITHURISM” Meaning:- The sound of ruslting leaves. It takes its origin from the Greek word ‘psithuros’. Write a quote or poem on the above bg using this word.
