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Dry Desert

Water.
There's no water.
Not in southern deserts.
Find in a Seven Eleven.
Bottled.

drinkwatercinquain

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Kim Rodrigues

November 25, 2024 at 7:15 PM

Unless the Seven Eleven is a mirage. :)

Lin Lane

October 19, 2023 at 6:33 AM

I see you have a great sense of humor. I’m lovin it! Wish that could be bottled.

Hilda Greenhough

October 19, 2023 at 9:47 AM

Thank you. I really don't care for water. I prefer flavored drinks.

Victor Buhagiar

October 19, 2023 at 5:23 AM

Not always possible in the desert. Bottled water can easily be quickly consumed. Come to my desert and see. Blessings

Hilda Greenhough

October 19, 2023 at 5:30 AM

Thanks. Some deserts do have 7-11s. I had pictured a time when I was in Gila Bend, Arizona.

Hiya Sharma

October 17, 2023 at 1:35 AM

That's a really interesting and captivating cinquain poem, addressing the issue of water scarcity and the dimensions of dry deserts.. A very different take on the form.. Wonderfully crafted..

Hilda Greenhough

October 17, 2023 at 6:44 AM

Thank you.