Stolen By Storm
Rain, drought's kiss
for dry spell distances
the tongue waving, so wild
She blows on soaking leaves
the owl, who's spooning
rain, drought's kiss
Land's fire caught
still with the dizzying taste
for dry spell distances
With accidental DeJa'Vu
for its downpour explodes
the tongue waving, so wild.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2024
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