Dry Land Farming
Beyond the horizon I look for the clouds;
Waiting for the rain drops on the parched land.
I crave longing for the sown seed to sprout
Existence to circumvent our turmoil:
Each day passes with hope for tomorrow;
Will I see the day when our fields go green?
Picture Prompt Ref:-
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a2/Christinasworld.jpg
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