Quit
Like dry, waterless land
Yearning for rain,
It was bliss
When that storm crashed on the parched earth
of her weary heart.
But the flood overtook her sanity,
Her defense, her dike
Eventually it would fade
The sun sap the remains of escapade
And dry spell retake
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- Moody Rants, Books & Literature | Time: 2:39 pm (UTC+8)
