Calls of The Monsoon
"Hello," howled a mighty wind, blowing a strong breeze.
"Don't you see the little birds have gone back to their trees?
I'm sweeping to the northeast
Bringing thunderstorms with me.
Have wisdom, child. Be on your way
And get away from me."
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2018 Poet of the Year Contest
PoetryHello and Welcome to the Poets Pub's 2018 Poet of the Year contest. This contest is only open to those poets who have qualified, through participating in our other contests throughout the year.
