Wordless

The words ran out at the first touch of rain, at the first smell of the promise of recognition, the first meeting of the wandering eyes. And they never came back to fulfill their obligation of verbal communication.

And now in the middle of the never-ending monsoon, the wishful rains, the forgotten words plead their necessity.

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