Crops crave for water at a hill
Thirst visible on their stalks
The sky gushes a coal black
_But no._ It is not rain.
_Nothing_ to quench a crop’s thirst.
Only the manifestation of darkness
roaming the skies
_And yes._ Walking on a road, intimidated,
Before me, in the distance:
_Nothing_ but dead man’s hill
_But now_ a smirking old woman:
Silently still.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC
Crops crave for water at a hill
Thirst visible on their stalks
The sky gushes a coal black
_But no._ It is not rain.
_Nothing_ to quench a crop’s thirst.
Only the manifestation of darkness
roaming the skies
_And yes._ Walking on a road, intimidated,
Before me, in the distance:
_Nothing_ but dead man’s hill
_But now_ a smirking old woman:
Silently still.
