Dead Trees and Ink
A collection of simple musings.
Monday, March 17, 2008
Canicular days
Dry heat saps the last of breathes
Arid forces pulse from an irradiate sun
Scorched and blistered skin cracks
Thirst-less fear sets the stage of endless nights
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