Thursday, December 26, 2019

Parched

Imagine
It hasn't rained for
A hundred years
And miles and miles of
Golden desert
Are thirsty
For ages

And as the smallest 
Drop of rain
falls from the sky
After a millenium,
Waves of sand
Rise to meet it

Dancing with joy
Delirious with happiness
That a long held,
impossible 
Dream is coming true

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