The clouds are closing,
Thirsty soil awaits the rain;
/
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;
/
I chase the road
Which is too long for me;
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And drops of monsoon rain –
Nature’s all-seeing eyes
/
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