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serenity (noun)

serenity (noun)
the state of being untroubled, peaceful
serenity 
complete unreal tranquillity
i'm never as calm as i want to be
it's the capricorn in me, you see
my mind is racing constantly
i'm meant to be a hard-worker, technically 
our gemini is a better workaholic than me
and i possess an ounce of creativity 

 i'm a triple threat
sun, moon, ascending 
my personality is pending
and i can be pretty boring, depending
yet my mars is in libra, how manipulating
a relatively colourless chart yet i've got that earth sign charm 
that you possess without a care,
an enchanting zodiac bond that feels rare
your passion for polkadots to my obsession with business wear
we make quite the pair
but there are similarities there
my pencil skirts to your pretty hair
and those oh-so-comforting embraces that we share

 you can effortlessly outshine anyone i know
you'd think you were a leo,
a sight to behold
instead you've got some scorpio
and a sagittarius ascendant that makes you a charming conversationalist,
or so i've heard 
and a taurus sun
that shines through you so bright
because you belong with her radiant rays
you help the flowers grow
and all those plants you have on show
are as beautiful as you
the earth thrives with your touch
your presence
your smile
you could move mountains if you wanted to,
if you tried

 i'm rambling now
what a surprise 
this week has been too warm
this winter baby can't cope anymore
she needs a storm
it needs to pour
petrichor (noun)
the smell of earth after rain
it's the perfect time for change
all the bad things get washed away
cleaned up 
the sun and the moon have their privacy,
for a while
and the earth gets to expose herself
be reborn 
a renaissance in the sky
the smell of wet tarmac and damp soil
shivers
good shivers
like spine tingles during a kiss
i think i've found my serenity 
she's pretty hard to miss

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