The monsoon night was wet and cold
But the dancing breeze felt strangely warm
The silent silver moon rose nice and slow
While the crickets and frogs turned to song
Dreams of the night cannot be found
In blinding brightness of the weary day
Plotted sneakily by nature to keep me awake
To let me fully & truly, live, love and escape
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Observer I
PoetryThis poetry book is about everything and anything that I observe in life. My mind wanders to a trillion different places & my curiosity is never ending. This book is a little sneak peak into some of the thoughts & observations that I have made & wil...
