Rain dreams



Strong wind,
rain sweeps our city at night.
Dreams sweeping muddled minds.
Forgotten sight,
fading sounds, smells,
but a clearing away of debris,
a sense of something
fresh in the air.
Torn green,
broken pots amongst glistening leaves.
Blue sky greets morning.

Dhaka 2015

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