Clara de Lataillade
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2nd year Politics and IR

Night

The moon on the sea has polished a mirror Etched its image in dull quicksilver The cicadas sing in the evening shadows As summer wanes and slowly mellows The night murmurs in bewitching charm Fills th…

Monsoon

I fell asleep all too soon Lulled by the quietening monsoon Pattering away on the roofs A thousand pairs of thundering hooves Down and down poured the sheets of rain Enough to render me insane The wor…