The Monsoon

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The clouds are closing,

Thirsty soil awaits the rain;

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My eyes are closing,

And I hope to be revived;

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Roads run like rivers,

Carrying away

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Dry loads of summer days,

Ashes of summer lives;

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My heart is open

As I hope to be revived;

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I chase the road

Which is too long for me;

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And drops of monsoon rain –

Nature’s all-seeing eyes

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Follow my steps

From leaves of ancient trees;

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And thunder roars at me,

Forbidding that I stop

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And lightning points the way

I’m meant to go

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My eyes are closed, my heart

 Is open, and I walk

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Into the core of the monsoon

To be revived or gone