Monsoon
Like million waves of melancholic music,
Surpassing the consciousness,
Like a Traumatizing muse.
Consistent chaotic translucent perceptions,
An age of wandering afoot with deceptions.
They walk amidst a synchronized loop,
Creating deceptive,
Or surrealistic tunes.
A universe of sentiments, so nostalgic,
In the veracious, vicarious,
Vibrantly glowing moon.
They dance to the tunes of musical ocean,
Enhancing, so growing,
Like a colorful lagoon.
They crawl in to their fundamentality,
Immersed, submerged,
As the embraced sand dunes.
And the music melancholic, so alcoholic,
Unrelenting, recommencing,
Persistent, preservant, perpetual monsoon.
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