HAIKU: Love lost

Love lost

The monsoon of my life have come and gone

Yet I still weep, dry is the season of fire.

Sudden visions of you, make the blades of grass drip with morning dew. 

Don’t mind me. 

They are just my tears of your memories of you. 

God bless you

May all be well with you

DMD

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