A new season has come.
A new wind has come.
Birds finding their way back home.
Silence has engulfed all around,
New petals are coming.
New hopes are growing,
Holding our hands,
We pray for the sun.
Monsoon is gone. We are lost.
Praying for the showers,
Waving to the winds.
Flying with the birds,
Looking around to find the purpose.
We have been here for way too long.
The winds are gone and the sun has come.
Now the fields are ripped.
The harvest is done.
Now we look around and see the sun
Feeling the heat, it has brought!
Now we pray for the rain!
Now we pray for the rain!
Hoping maybe next monsoon will not bring pain.
Monsoon is one of the season, we hate and love at the same time.
Sometimes their worlds collide and a new feeling blooms out.
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Until next time,
Neer~
