Posted in Poetic Driblets

Summer Without Rain

A desolate scene

The sun burning in all it’s heat

Plants looking sad and wilted

A desert creeping in to a place that used to be gifted.

Cries heard all through the land;

The rains have forgotten us

In the hopes of finding an oasis we now put our trust.

Tee

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Poet |Fiction Writer |Wannabe Comedian |Food lover |African |Zimbwabean

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