It is summer.
There is so much beauty
but I cannot shake my drought.
A head full of dust and
eyes blind in their sockets.
There is everything and nothing.
I keep waiting for green shoots to push through,
but it’s autumn soon,
and I don’t know if I can stay until spring.
Nice!
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