Monsoon Swells,
Buttery and grey.
Fictitious rains,
Go away with our grain.
Rain birds sing,
Trees wave to them,
'Hello', they beckon,
In greeting, I reckon.
Chilblains,my bones creak,
My teeth chatter in Greek,
The blanket only tells me,
To hug my self and sleep.
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