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.
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