Dryness
parched lands smite green lawns
scorched pine needles waft warm breeze...
sunflowers bow down~~~
here's my thirsty soul
Lord, suffice me, and smite
dryness for life's glow.
*John 7:37 In the last day, that great day] of the feast, Jesus stood and cried, saying, If any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink.
April 4, 2023
Edited on April 30, 2023
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2023
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