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Monday, 16 July 2012

Dreaming monsoon


I dreamt about you today,
My face flushed in sleep,
With the thought that you sprayed,
And on dry ground you weeped.

The earth's been parched and dry is the grass,
Man's temple dotted in sweaty beads,
We endured so long, this humid to pass,
And few even tilled the land till you paid heed. 


And now, before my eyes you lay,
In the sky a dull grey heavy mass supreme, 
I stare in awe a conscious sway,
As you unburden yourself, to sprinkle alive a dream. 

I dreamt about you today,
Your sight it made me leap,
How you parted the skies and wet'ted' both land and bay,  
before you washed the ocean deep.

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