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#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,the incessant chant of monsoon from south west, sounds like an old witch practising her craft, the leaves weaves rhymes in the chill air, crossing mounts and plains, dancing and flirting with every branches of the trees and kissing people's cheeks, caressing ocean's lap and playing cupid with the clouds. pouring it all, grief and unrequited love only to feel settle in the skin of earth and to flow, to be still, to be restless.
where we going? to somewhere. to where we belong to where it is not a place but destiny. oh we're hearing the drums? is this a sign? let's play with the world, oh catastrophe!
© sabtellsyou
From a distance,the incessant chant of monsoon from south west, sounds like an old witch practising her craft, the leaves weaves rhymes in the chill air, crossing mounts and plains, dancing and flirting with every branches of the trees and kissing people's cheeks, caressing ocean's lap and playing cupid with the clouds. pouring it all, grief and unrequited love only to feel settle in the skin of earth and to flow, to be still, to be restless.
where we going? to somewhere. to where we belong to where it is not a place but destiny. oh we're hearing the drums? is this a sign? let's play with the world, oh catastrophe!
© sabtellsyou
