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The Monsoon
#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
somewhere from the hills,
sounds that brought some chills,
from a bright blue day,
to a grey cloudy way,
the droplets from the heaven,
came down like a raven,
happy was the pound,
that filled with water bound,
happiness found its blow,
where roses bloomed with glow.
© barbatos
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
somewhere from the hills,
sounds that brought some chills,
from a bright blue day,
to a grey cloudy way,
the droplets from the heaven,
came down like a raven,
happy was the pound,
that filled with water bound,
happiness found its blow,
where roses bloomed with glow.
© barbatos
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