*Meliorism* Waiting for meliorism, To spread its wings, And sprinkle the rains of regency, Hues of rainbows, And the shades of splendor, Living on the scent of petrichor, Reading the scent of biblichor, Listening to love in the form of songs, Living life like a festival. //Caption *Meliorism* I see those shining stars, I see one of them falling, I see my tear falling involuntarily, Without my permission. I see everything from the corner of my moist eyes. Meliorism drips out of them,