Hot, unforgiving heat, ravaging the land with seasonal torture.
A place where the weak die and the strong survive.
A place where the soul destroying sun, beats daily.
Shifting daily winds along with shifting sands, move frequently.
Hot, sapping days, draw every ounce of ground moisture.
The vegetation gets gnarled and twisted from intense heat.
Day after day, the fight for survival becomes real.
The strong will push, and the weak will perish quickly.
In nine months, the rains will revive this land.
9 line contest
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