don’t need the monsoon
one little dew drop
one more moment to drown in your eyes
have my heart stop
be calm
like a stream on a summer day
be brave
accept all that we choose not to say
behind the walls
there’s deep pain
where there is drought
there’s hope for blue rain
did i mention i will wait a lifetime
to see us again
read the lines you will write with your eyes
as the night melts away our pain
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A beautiful melancholic and stoic piece, Sobhana. I particularly like the evocative “read the lines you write with your eyes.”
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Thank you, Steve, appreciate your comments.
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