Haiku 13 Bed
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A dry empty creek bed, small trees and tall glass pushed sideways gives testimony to past storms. As the wind picks up and the rain begins to fall it’s not long before a deluge of water fills the creek. Within a few minutes, the calm is exploding into a chaotic action. . .
ravaged empty bed
clouds building, gully washer
flood me with your love
David Meade
Live Generously
Copyright © David Meade | Year Posted 2014
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