MY PEN

Monsoon

Looking through all the summer thoughts

As the ground go dry, waiting for the sky to quench its thirst

Bees come out, Birds can’t fly

As the trees go white, branches remain high

People fight for Who What When Where and Why

As the majesty mountains throw what’s over and inside

As the stars shine bright, gazed by a swan

Monsoon falls, nothing trembles and the moon is gone

 

-Huss

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