Ode To Monsoon's Debris

Ye that have come from far he welcomes thy air except weary dust that still may hamper this sparkling light turning bonds feeble outgrowing and decaying thus dreads. The air at times conceived is still forlorn and pauseful what it now entails and conspires and breeds nobody and nobody will tell whether ye have included love and leaves or went on to include only a decors for if so people fear to wash and storm tis. changing men unknown alas, those revolving but still wild ruling it, alas those air lovely yet a sighing of a doldrums.