A Poet's Dying Breath
Saturday, July 28, 2012
The clouds tease
And taunt.
Promising refreshing rain,
Catharsis,
Relief.
But we are denied.
And that which might
Have been good
Is delayed,
Leaving us staring at the sky
In disappointment,
Singing and praying
For rain.
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