So heavy is the burden of a constant rain
watching it splash in little puddles on the window sill
the droplets collecting just to overflow
for a moment a river flowing down tile walls
to pool again and lie stagnant
The choice is this or a sunny day
a mad rush of life to reach for the sky
before all the shallow roots have drained the earth
of what lifeblood fell from primordial heights
and the withering comes like a fire
burning through the valley of all who thirst
as softly over a distance they will never cross
the skies are weeping
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I’m back! I didn’t realize until I got home how much of a benefit not being able to use the internet for a few days was for my mental health. I’m definitely going to be trying my best to cut down my usage to a minimum going forward. Hope everyone had a good weekend, I’ll do my best to catch up on the posts I missed, but I’ve started work now so that’s even less free time I’ll have in a day.
Cheers!
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8 responses to “The Withering”
Beautiful imagery ❤️❤️
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Thank you! (: cheers
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You’re welcome!! 😁
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Beautiful.
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Thank you so much (:
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Wonderful imagery. I love your work. If you would, I’d love to nominate you for the Sunshine Blogger Award 🙂 Congrats
https://theunsignedwriter.home.blog/2020/06/30/nominated-sunshine-blogger-award/
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Wow, thanks so much! I’m glad you enjoyed it and I appreciate the nomination (:
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Absolutely my pleasure. Can’t wait to read your answers 😊
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