Autumn, Breeze, Existence, heartbreak, Ice, love, monsoon, Philisophy, Poem, Poetry, Reality, romance, rumi

Until The Monsoon Comes


The lush golden sand in this desert wide,
Doesn’t scream its thirst every night,
The pitch black sky doesn’t taunt,
In its abdicated refusal to give in,
The cracks at the seams of the parched soil,
Doesn’t scream its thirst every night,
It withers on and withers on
Until the monsoon comes…
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