Low Level
Iv been looking for a place to plug into
Levels are so low
Way below the line
We waited
For years it rained
Every morning like clockwork
The trees shook
And the birds took off
Later I dragged my shadow
through the mud
Betrayed by the sun
I no longer followed
Copyright © Roberto Sciascia | Year Posted 2019
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