Doomsday tongues
in broken faces
sing their longing for rain
in this rainless season.
No words or songs alone
can cool this heat, but
songs come anyway.
In the near distance,
darkness and silence.
Beyond that?
Doomsday tongues
in broken faces
sing their longing for rain
in this rainless season.
No words or songs alone
can cool this heat, but
songs come anyway.
In the near distance,
darkness and silence.
Beyond that?
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July 14th, 2016 at 9:08 pm
Beyond that?…all the rest of it.
Enjoyed the piece, thank you
July 14th, 2016 at 9:09 pm
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