The Asian blanket covers, with darkening sky.
while relentless heat torments the passerby.
the sands of time blow ,the high season gone,
The sea has lost its soothing song..
Lonely men walk the evening streets of play,
then recover with slumber during the day.
Dance petite maidens,
tomorrow you too sleep.
for the nets will become empty,
no spendthrift men to keep.
Siam , Siam the end of fun,
For cometh the monsoon
to everyone .
The wind blows strong,
the Southern call.
And stall keepers know,
It's the last evening ball..
The lightening flashes across the sky,
The thunder bellows ,
ever near by.
The Monks chant ; recite their evening prayer,
for cleansing rain will soon appear.
The purging sea,
sieves the pleading sand,
before negotiating couple ,
Siam and farang.
The atmosphere changes, air of gloom,
for cometh the cleansing,
regenerative ......monsoon
Monsoon
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