Dry And Hurt

the desert it seize
you ring in the desert
with its sea
drown a tie
with it string
a hope suffering
no longer bleed
gush I gown
love rushes fro
loose that string
the mad to shore
unawares the desert
does swallow a tree
fellow that mends
only wanting of a breeze

by Tajma Hall

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Wonderful stuff. Absolutely awesome.