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MonsoonPoem.
#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
Quite spells whispering around
With a gloomy face searching for a one
Special ingredient what grows in pond
And only in the moon light can be used
For a Special victim
Of her choice
To be her other half forever.
© inita
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
Quite spells whispering around
With a gloomy face searching for a one
Special ingredient what grows in pond
And only in the moon light can be used
For a Special victim
Of her choice
To be her other half forever.
© inita
