#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,

So moved and hypnotized by the mysterious whispers,
Was sweeping in like a draft
to come face to face with a beautiful mistress,
Covered in raged clothes
with a chant so powerful,
Eveyone now knows.

For the incessant chant of monsoon from south to west,

The people will see the hypnotized whispers
not nearly curse , but pure blessing at its best.


© Destiny Cline