Answer:
Monsoon
Water droplets dripped down
through the glass pane of my window
half closed, it welcomed the chilling breeze
which already passed through my hair
countless times.
I pointed my fingers
it touched the skin of the window
I was drawing something
one more water droplet made it
even more obvious.
If nostalgia is an emotion
I could feel it here
Having looked through the window
It reminded me of my college days
embracing the calmness of the
hills covered with fog
the greenery bathed in pearl drops
Waving from buildings apart.
I sipped a little more coffee
and went back to dream again
of those beautiful days.
Breeze
My body is sixty percent water,
and I attempt to float with the oil,
coasting with closed eyes and mind.
But I am sinking to the bottom of the glass,
where cold, hard rocks bruise with the truth,
and I press my hands to the glass to keep myself standing.
Although the rocks ground me,
the submersion chokes my throat.
If I crack the glass with my bare hands,
the acid-laced arrows will lacerate my back,
and I will be a trembling target fading into mist.
but the gentle breeze will greet me with open arms.
Explanation:
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