Drought
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Quote: When the well is dry, we will know the worth of water. Benjamin Franklin
Dry skies scorch the earth, and skin shrinks to bone.
Heat sticks on teeth like obstinate plaque.
When nature's passive aggressions attack,
silenced rain ~ ruins seeds ~ yields beds of stone.
Misty eyes melt quickly ~ tears are prone.
It's all straw, opines the widow with a wilted back.
Dry skies scorch the earth, and skin shrinks to bone.
Heat sticks on teeth like obstinate plaque.
Dogs die, crops rot, cats run hot, cows moan.
Sorrows rise with the sun also ~ too bright is black.
Wilted widow folds at the knees for her abysmal lack.
Palms locked, cradling the final petal she will own.
Dry skies scorch the earth, and skin shrinks to bone.
Copyright © Trina Layne | Year Posted 2025
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