The Other Side of Monsoon

 

By the window, she sleeps…
Calm. Innocent. Unaware.

The breeze… Kissing her cheek,

Tiny droplets,
Forming a tiara in her hair…
By the window, she sleeps…
Calm. Innocent. Unaware.
Of the other side of the monsoon;
Of the wakeful eyes,
Looking beyond the window,
Into the infinite black nothingness…
And the thousand teardrops from heaven…
A melody humming in his head,
Knowing that she’ll never know…
For by the window, she sleeps…
Calm. Innocent. Unaware.
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