The season
The thick grey clouds
Folded
Layer by layer
Lazily pass across our rusty roof
Yet the sun shines
Softly touches my aging skin
Gently the monsoon wind blows
Bringing
The smells of grasses and the leaves
The roses and the gardenia
The torenia and the jasmines
The bougenvillas and the reullias
The downpours melting with
the mixed soils
That I yesterday used them
To nurse the pendas
and the callisia fragrance
Woah,
And the 10 o clocks flowers
Still sleeping at 11!
And the season in November
Is the season I love the most :)
Zaharaini MG
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