Parched

How wretched her days were

Dark clouds hanging over the horizon

Heavy with the promised rain

Taunting parched lands and her soul

If only the darkness breaks apart

To drench the world below

For the world was already breaking

And her mouth dry as the desert

-The elusive scribe 06152017-

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