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Wednesday 24 February 2016

Monsoon Eyes

In the monsoon of your eyes
the winds of epic histories sway
the hair of time and timelessness entangle,
wet with lament and expectation;
in the monsoon of your eyes
little babies are born
and are named 'Hope',
new signatures of being are engraved
on the faces of old men,
and lovers
caught in inevitable winds
dance and scream in pain
intoxicated with togetherness.