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#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
Echoed by her plight
She Dances to an unknown beat.
Melody echoes her ears,
Like harmony of a singing birds.
Her fit still strife
Her beautiful made
Men go crazy
Wailing lazy
For no just basis.
© Josh De Kreative Ink
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
Echoed by her plight
She Dances to an unknown beat.
Melody echoes her ears,
Like harmony of a singing birds.
Her fit still strife
Her beautiful made
Men go crazy
Wailing lazy
For no just basis.
© Josh De Kreative Ink
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