The Monsoon Song

The Monsoon Song

THE MONSOON SONG

Take me to the woods of conifers,
An after rain walk without the slippers.
Only drop falling from needle of pine.
To drench my soul I’ll walk a mile.
I am sick of worldly costumery,
Only need a whiff of petrichor perfumery.
Vision says to observe lush green,
Or the cranny of concrete under algae green.
Resting trunks with the wet barks,
Tranquilizing decor with mushroom arts.
To loose my mind and find my soul,
I will continue to the deepest core.

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Yash Mainali
Doesn't matter how many new blooms are there. Feeling for the very first one is totally conserved. No other can replace the feel of essence in prime florescence I had for.

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