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In your eyes

vestiges of a loss

the reverberations becloud mine

Summers are thorny

there is nowhere to hide

but

when the monsoons unleash in fury

and the skies cry unabashedly

the echoes of our pain

are swallowed

by the lashing rain

– Shail Mohan (Nov 2010)

Written for OSI Prompt 142: Echoes