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Jun. 28th, 2034|03:43 am |
Thick overhead
clouds of the monsoon,
a delight to this feverish heart.
Season of rain,
season of uncontrolled whispers—-the Dark One's returning!
O swollen heart,
O sky brimming with moisture—-
tongued lightning first
and then thunder,
convulsive spatters of rain
and then wind, chasing the summertime heat.
Mira says: Dark One,
I've waited—-
it's time to take my songs
into the street. |
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