Drops fall one by one
From the drooping eaves of Banyan
Moss cushions the stones.
Cheeky chirping of birds
Soaks the rainwashed morning
The concrete tank filled to brim
Butter-yellow butterflies
Flickers over long grass
As I peered through the sunwashed fence.
- Naychi
24th July, 2018
Yangon monsoon
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