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Drought Worthy

Poetry By: tictacs

I've lost my touch. I've lost the frame of mind required to bring me out of the abyss.

Submitted:Feb 7, 2013    Reads: 17    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   

The sun burns,

Land once filled with life -

Overflowing, prosperous.

Down the valley a little river

Trickles silently to the tempo

Of a waltz, little does it know

The inferno casts his orange

Shadow. This is the new testament,

Burning the Garden of Eden

Sucking dry the river.

We must all start at

A low life.


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