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my monsoon spurning
The heavens weep, a curtain gray,
As monsoon clouds relentlessly pour.
My heart, a mirror, reflects their way,
Each drop an echo of a closing door.
The wind moans low, a mournful sigh,
Through...
The heavens weep, a curtain gray,
As monsoon clouds relentlessly pour.
My heart, a mirror, reflects their way,
Each drop an echo of a closing door.
The wind moans low, a mournful sigh,
Through...
