The Summer's ache
Poking in thirst,
the monsoon's heart, to shake.
This undying need,
wanting solace more than greed
Oh my darling clouds,
just entwine,
Wrap up in dark dusk,
Hide that piercing sunshine,
Soak us in your pleasure,
To know the mirth of
rain beyond measure.
Art : Self, Acrylic on canvas
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