Dry Spell
parched-
dry of mind
my soul in throes
of dessication
wearily-
i march along
i stumble
and quite often trip
and struggle so-
to come to grips
o' for one,but one sweet sip
refreshing inspiration!
Copyright © Rob Metcalf | Year Posted 2011
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