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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 10, 2018

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Submitted: July 10, 2018



Walked to the well found out,
Only sand in it with no water.
Dried dirt shows cracks on the surface,
Those things could not exist even weed.

It floated over there by wind bundle of cloud,
Still not enough could not brings rain to earth.
Hot breeze passed through petted ground,
They were left behind those dried dirt.

Walked with foot sore away they left,
Depend on the well those innocent animal.
It was empty in there like empty house,
Even there had not an old person around.

Gathering they are doing it well,
Grey cloud preparing follow wishes.
Coming they joyfully down there rain heavy,
Water comes moment by moment dried well.

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