It flows through the veins
It erupts like bubbles in lye
It emerges as an unconscious wave in mind
It finds a way to dark woods to unwind.

In an evening of weary summer
It is the soothing breeze of the lost monsoon
Which carries along the tiddly soul
Which brings back the windy rain
Which plays around the city of joy
Which recalls the wuthering waves of broken mind
Which stays in the stealing gaze of passer-by!