Untitled 8 Poem by Jay Yanni
Untitled 8
Outside my door
the wind lashes
and thunder roars
the sight of monsoon
in bloom
Open windows slam
I sprint to close
The wind plays tyrant
Lashing the rain drops
showering against
the open spaces
In the wind swept haze
of downpour
In the crystal drops
I see
Phantoms of you
The fragrant earth
Rises to heighten my senses
of you and you alone
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8/26/2026 8:04:51 AM # rel_20260825T124344Z_022792b
Beautiful! Mansoon came alive in your words.