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Dry Spell





Words
Such simplistic things
Giving a poet life
Much like a cloud
Gifts the desert
Rain

Without words,
My sweet forgiving rain
My soil,
My parchment before me
Cracks
Ever so brittle

All my thoughts blow off
Like sands come loose
No order
Just a jumble
On crumpled paper
During this dry spell

~THE FLOWING PEN~
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