Outside,
The heavens break
A torrent is unleashed
Deep within,
The soul is parched
Assailed by droughts.
Outside howl tides and gales
Here, no monsoons wail
Only dry spell tales.
Shades of green
Dark and growing darker
Here, all is golden
Light and lighter yet.
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