Monsoonal verses

~1~
In a palpebral serenade,
The tender sky,
Meditates
upon the rippling thuds-
Fading into a euphonious silence;

~2~
The air smells of stones and washed clothes,
A thought scattered like an inconsolable cloud,
Shimmering like trees at dawn.

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