Sep 2018
.
Quench the thirst
that’s been long endured.
A dryness that spanned
too many moons.
Forget not the song
of the morning bird.
Now rests from its flight,
and it sings and croons.
.
Quench the thirst
that’s been long endured.
A dryness that spanned
too many moons.
Forget not the song
of the morning bird.
Now rests from its flight,
and it sings and croons.
.
